Killlers On the Loose

There’s a place where life
is never bare

of mice and madness,
where the world will

come again flogging itself
with delight every step

of the way;
made more evil

by men who besiege,
hold prisoners in bonds/of deepest despair;

their love warped

and cruel and rotten
with usury to the core;

Unstable men,
mean mother fuckers

users, abusers,

confusers,
bastard misers,

thwarted useless pliers
of love with
pain …

scorned hurters,
driven to kill/life’s most
precious gift.

…..

Will the end ever
be in sight?

Never!!

Innocent love will always die
by lies;

life’s most precious gift
taken and destroyed.

They’ll always be
the same, no matter …
…..
From summers lost
till spring

when you were me
and i and we;

the times we ran together,
we drank our fill never knowing …

There’s killers out there
the likes of which

you’ve never seen,
who lie their likes and dislikes,

who spend their false revenue
so freely to fuel their

selfish lust …

with platitdes of
loneliness and

despair.

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