yellow "crime scene" - "caution"
- "danger" tape can be found wrapped around every square foot of every place in this world at one time or another

gawking curious eyes and giraffe necks slowly make their way on by

the lure of horror, shock, blood and death peaks the passer by's interest... ..

so long as it isn't their own spilled blood of course

in this case,

it's just another day of reality in the devil's playground

oh well... ..
it's just another homicide

oh well... ..
the smell of death is common place

yellow crime scene tape has become an integral part of our cultural fabric

a satanistic culture that is not even apologized for any longer

"evil is just evil they quip",
matter of factly

"those lifeless bodies right there"?

"those folks were expected to die sooner or later"

"this crime scene investigation has held me up for 15 minutes in traffic now... ..

INCONVENIENCING ME"!!

"i have a life to live to you know"!?!

nevermind the ^^ irony up there because most folks these days are TOO STUPID to even comprehend it

love love love

blah blah blah

"you broke my heart"

"you made me cry"

boo fxxking hoo!

get over it!

how many more times do i need to begin reading a broken hearted redundant snoozefest?

'hello redundancy'

not your same old same old redundancy here

i slay giants with a cold stare

while death is the least of my fears

come hither oh giant or queer

don't lament the bridges you choose to burn,

nor the trolls that live and perish under those bridges as it collapses upon them and suffocates the life from them!

let their skin melt from their bone and ooze into the soil

allow their eyes to absorb the hell that they have earned to die in

don't lament their blood curdling screams,
but rather,
enjoy them

they are screams from cowards

perpetrators, predators that now try holding a victim card

they are sheep once dressed as lions

but now we can all see them for what they really are as they beg for mercy from my cold stare

burn them bridges without a care and never regret,
never look back... ..

except,

except...

to fancy your handy work and spit upon the coward's corpses beneath your feet
and to,

pick up your gasoline and matches for the next bridge

those orange cones didn't protect him from the ignorance and selfishness of this world

as he labored in the 90° degree sun every day to provide a living for his wife and six children... ..

he was viciously run over by a distracted murderous motorist that was aloof to the world while texting on her phone as she plowed through our work zone

decapitated,
dead instantly

the murderer gets out of her vehicle,
"but i didn't see him"

'you selfish *******' i exclaim, 'you didn't see all of these orange cones for miles and all of our hi-vis apparel'?

six children, fatherless and a mother/wife are now left to endure their lives without their father and without her husband

all because of your selfish murderous behavior

now i hope that you live in an empty prison cell for your entire life so you too can feel the emptiness that this family now has to endure because of you

one person, and you ruined the lives of 8 people because you are a selfish *******

there are no sorrys that will bring him back, no sorrys will make the pain and emptiness go away

you're still here, he's not so....

*******!

there can never be another you

think about that

this world can only experience you for the length of your life

your death makes you final

your worldly existence final

here on this planet with your:

family
friends
and acquaintances,

you are a finality

there is no more you and,

there will never be another you

be you,
enjoy being you,
tell those around you to enjoy you for being you because,

once you're
gone... ..
you're gone


your personality is gone
your dna is gone
and your smile is gone

finality feels so dark

the end of a good book

the final chapter leaves many
broken hearted

its author is dead

your abstraction
             is
the attraction