dumbfounded and
quite numb now
shot gun shells litter
the ground of a
parking garage

a collage of gruesome
scenery obscene
I've been made sick

some false guru's
montage, look how
thick it's been laid on

disturbing visual imagery
a trail of those
claimed victim

a painting on the wall
composed of spittle
mixed with human remains

this one tried (to be Godly)
but it was not to his liking
this one was caught hiding flaws
weaknesses that he exposed

that one died
but no one heard
within the confines
of a poetry site
his relatives were just
left wondering why

his room has been kept the same
bed unmade since the day he left us
clothing strewn about in disarray
similar to how he felt I'm sure.

we could have saved him
it's not ok
it will never be ok
we should have saved him
God, I pray
but it will never be ok again..