a heart
tainted
by the breath
of god

with scars
encircling his head
like vultures
of old tattoos

the sporadic voices
that line
the inside
of his head

are not innately born
into his mind
but rather
a developing evil

that show no escape
from the hell
he was born
into

a cctv camera
loses focus on
its tantalizing
prey

what better description
of humanity

will she ever look my way
those eyes
that pierce the horizon
only see the sun
that will soon blind her
while I,
a star far above,
look longingly
at her sun outlined
black silhouette
as she walks
away

you may be the one that is left
but that means
i will be the one who is right