Disbelief

Building up the malice,

It’s all hidden inside.

No glum stare or wretched face,

Full of petty dreams underneath their taste.

Their looks are like poison on a summer’s day,

All waiting to be frozen in this morbid place.

Seas of time constantly fade,

While the air above seems to remains motionless.

Signs of shock pity their stares,

As the pump of decay greets their ears.

The thud of the mark as his heart suddenly stops,

Accompanies a vacant look towards the sky.

One sly smile while the others are grim

as he falls down, he realizes the end is near. The crowd draws within to point and stare,

To smell the bitterness upon the air.

Once the others huddle and sneer,

Their faces conjoin with but a smear.

As the rickety one looks for the light,

The screaching tires of the confused one fades into

the night.

The Way Back