With every breath that escapes your lips

Another soul collapses to its knees in shock

With every touch you attempt to place upon purity

Leaves the tears that fall to freeze into loveless icicles



In the wake of your presence Mother Nature asks for peace

Roses beg abundantly for forgiveness in gentle tones of suffering

Though being the criminal you are you don't possess a heart

And if you do it remains covered in shadows of narcissism



It must get extremely lonely living in vain memory of your existence

Without hesitation you impose your chokehold of tasteless agony

Around the delicate throats of the angels that attempt to help you

A cold, grim grin spreads across the surface of your wounded cheeks



Entertained by witnessing humans be stripped bare

Their bodies serving as the canvas to your steel blade

In the air you wave your hands just like a magician

Sliding the blade back and forth across their skins



Carving death upon their foreheads

The echo of your laughter being the pistol

That pierces their skulls with fierce pressure

As they drop dead with cowering fear

Fuming from their lifeless corpses



By Glenn McCrary



© 2011 Glenn McCrary



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