The white corridor

I walk along the white corridor,

surrounded with dirty ghosts ,

their hands full of  effluvia 

hurt the aesthetic of my mind .

I was born a compassion gun

in hand ,to teach them  

 the ex nihilo   ultimate state ...

I walk along the white corridor,

beset with smell of misery ,

my sens of hatred so polite 

and politic 'correct spittle...

 My boots are polished,

my heart barbed wire ,

beheaded barbie doll  ...

White corridor  no hope,

lone crow gloomy kingdom ...

Listen zombi the metal melody

on your  last popcorns ,

that's where the game ends ...

I walk along the white corridor,

jet blood  serenity ,lethal jettison,

trigger man in the night ...