Saturday, February 15, 2014


Hearts that don’t beat.
Mouths with no smiles.
Teeth that only gnaw
the flesh of children’s feet.

Monsters in the wild
all disguised as beasts.
In their blood runs bile,
in their veins exists no heat.

Deserts with stained snow,
mountains cry in defeat;
people mistaken for animals,
preys not heard as they plead

Darkness sits on a throne
and revenge tastes so sweet.
Pain cracks each bone
of corpses resting on the street.

To hate, humans are prone
Even angels have learnt to cheat.