--Body and Mind--

A city has its fair share of addicts, scumbags, killers, and things of the like. The mind of these set individuals are something no sane citizen would want to tamper with, but always come to be caught in their minds’ webs. Some would think that these psychotic individuals should be behind bars, but who is to say that this group of psychos isn’t the ones who protect you in your sleep? They hold the connections in high places. Even in some instances they control the economy through drugs and other illegal substances.

In a pile of shards of glass lies the reflection of you. In a pile of shards lies the reflection of a life long lost to the darkness surrounding city streets. The empty halls of a cathedral hold shelter for the wicked. The hollow threats of an abusive mother hold the voices of the many, the few, the eternal, the psychopathic drug abusers who roam the many cities through our nation.

Hymn of a psycho

Seeping into the past,
They’ll haunt.
Writhing in pain, Minds crumble,
Under pressure.
Falling pieces add to the mystery,
Complimented by smoke.
So push away,
From all memories; Amnesia’s advice.
Beautifully twirling about,
Silver flicks its tongue,
To wound the past.
Welling with reminiscence,
Pulsating with tears,
Amnesia laughs.
Pieces no longer fit,
Where they once called home.
Twirling about,
Minds crumble,
In Ms. Amnesia’s embrace.



-- Fire and Water --