Murder all the same

Murder all the same

 

How might you kill without a weapon ?

Allowed to walk free,without a backward glance.

Removed by you the will to live,

Murder all the same.

Love,hate,stripped of all belongings.

The only thing left by you ,

A thin shell of the human,

You set out to destroy.

Does she live?

I wonder, or did she die by your hand?

although no weapon used

Your weapon Psychology.

The few survivers

scarred for life

alive but yet dead inside

Murder all the same

Reviews

[EH Marcs]

Mm. Pain. It's soo sad! Very sad. But you still have this special way of writing that I just have to get the hang of. I'll have to read more! Continue as you were fine poet!

--E.H. Marcs--