By reading this poem
you are agreeing to see horrific things...
There was no way out of the blackest of rooms,
where ironically, every single thing inside was...
I gazed outside a fog, flamed window.
There were things within a dark sky...
I hear the voices,
They will forever repeat in my head...
In a place redder
than this, miles radiating...
One in the same you stand together
hearts as cold as leather...
Silence soothes me much like the winter cold
I learned to love numbness as I grew old...
Denuded they stood
huddled outside one last time...
I dont like being angry
I dont want nor need it...
When the day comes
That I wake up dead...
Monsters surround me with dominance,
carrying out little acts of God...
Fuzzy pictures flash
in an out of my mind...