The Wrongdoer

Written Saturday, March 17, 2012

True, I did so much wrong
Incapable of expressing
The simpliest thoughts
Are volatile like flies
And like insects
They crawl
Enjoying warmth
Of feelings, of smiles
They feed
They never give back
The parasitic nature
Of both men and thoughts
Dissect to understand
Death for knowledge
Bloodsoaked trade
The worst is yet to come