Dark Side
From the pages of my mind,
Blood torn edges, clues everywhere
To the crimes held by thought waiting
Small misdemeanours, to loves passion
Sharpened knives, attacks of violence
Played out in thought
Penned by voodoo late at night
Neighbours anger, photos in bowls of vinegar
Hidden in cupboards until thoughts attack
Blood- soaked lawns where anger
Climbs through every wall
The dark side of morning smiles hello
Twisted shadows follow as they walk away
Men in cages, thoughts to shame the devil…
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