biohazard_racer

a few poems.... cause i feel liek sharing...

It hits its mark
And leaves the imprint to fester and scar
But will it be a scar?
Is a scar a scar when one is dead?
Or is it merely a door from which the soul has once escaped.
It flows from numerous pores,
A life source slowly ebbing away
Seeping into the ground,
To stain it red.

Laughter escapes.
Cruel, malicous laughter,
That fuels the hate inside of them
And makes innocence pay.

Sharp ugliness whose words corrupt the peace
And whose sniggers corrode the atmosphere,
Leaving it dry and brittle
To break at any moment

Immortality is not allowed
Too much to harm
So much already
An untimely death in time.

Too soon. So come.
And deliver beloved
Too soon. So come.
Take love home