traveling life through verse
Torrential rains transcending down upon me
From your morbid vengeance of self-centeredness,
With your lust of destruction and melancholy state;
I’m done, you’re dead to me,
You illicit bastard son!
I’m Done by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse
Murderous rage traverses my veins As darkness encompass my gait. Revenge shines through the dim room light, Interwoven with deadly
Alone with no hope, Cast into outer darkness — The soul slowly dies — Waiting for the guillotine To undo