Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2014
From the north it comes
as it storms the south coast
for this is his time
this is Neon's playtime

Awww look a the trails of blood
what is he dragging on that lead
two dead puppies
and three dead kittens

Oh look at the flash sod
for a change it is clad in black
out there to hate the world
it's Neon's playtime weekend

Look at the human filth puke
he is going nine to a dozen
he is the dark one
with his own covenant

He's putting on his war clothes
his gun blade around his waist
he is playing *******
it's Neon's playtime

Glory to the first and last
sweet victory will be his
for it is truly time
it's Neon's playtime

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
2.1k
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems