Knife for knife.
Shadows were chasing,
the slain.
Flawed, you were
at wrong place at the
wrong time.
You need to learn, how
to die anonymously.
It was always extreme.
The temper, the love,
the hate.
You could offer yourself
for idiopathic study.
A trail of broken limbs
partially leads to truth.
Adrenaline can cause
you to shut the mouth.
The organized violence, ultimately
triumphs.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: October 19th, 2017 22:48
- Category: Nature
- Views: 7
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