Murderous rage traverses my veins
As darkness encompass my gait.
Revenge shines through the dim room light,
Interwoven with deadly delight.
A shattered life is my gift shining bright
As I scream out into the deafness of night — alone.
Death
It Won’t Make A Sound
Rope heightens, Noose tightens Into a knot. The chair creaks, The knees quake, A sudden drop. Breath escapes, Death initiates;
December 14, 2014
