Anatomy Of Violence

The insider, 
of a windowless room 
outreaches a gun. 

A signature assault 
nips at your heels 
in revenge. 

Mind in a rubber sac, 
in search of�"� 
a real country. 

A balloon thought, 
soars high, towards infinity, 
to snoop at the god. 

You should have 
myriad tears, for the 
fallen, *Black Beauty from unknown.