It's all over now...
The debonair lives that we've lead, the...

My life is filled with yesterdays.
Days of laughter...

Wolves in sheep's clothing,
surrounded by lies...

Warily walking through the woods,
fearing the highwaymen of Hell...

As I begin to write this poem
here in creative writing class...

My eyes are blind-
my hands are tied...

Blood and bullets.
Bullets and blood...

What is this-
this dark abyss...

I'd arrest you if I had handcuffs.
I'd arrest you if I had the time...