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

Blood and bullets.
Bullets and blood...

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

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

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

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

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

What is this-
this dark abyss...

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