They've set their closed minds,
How confused, unknowing and unkind,
To see the devil himself in insolence lashed,
To kick it screaming, to taunt and thrash.
An orgy of impatience upon a bastard child,
Death screaming from the asphault, self styled,
The modern men and women, deviate in their pleasures,
To see a crack in a painted society, the distance they measure.
Jump, grant sate to the fortunate vultures below,
Jump, grant what the loving audience want from the show,
Jump, seal the smirk on the face of evil hallow,
Jump... they don't care, they're all too shallow...
YOU ARE READING
Below Zero
PoetryBelow Zero was a small collection of dark poems written when I was younger. Personally, I don't like all of them as they reflect various states of minds and were more personal and amateur at the time of writing. Some of them, such of Nature of Human...
