His heart was stomped to death
because his eyes were a camera
that could not forget the pictures it took;
apparently they intended to clean the scene up before he got there,
but there was too much b l o o d.
So now he creates his own crime scenes,
trying to show the monument
that was being a witness
to an
o b l i t e r a t i o n.
YOU ARE READING
Danger, Danger
Poetry"There's nothing more dangerous than a boy who thinks he has nothing left to lose." [ © 2014 - Samantha Grace. All Rights Reserved.]
