BEWARE

Static as a lightning bolt,

It shutters young hearts and minds

Turning them into

Vicious

Impetuous

Offensive

Lethal

Excruciating

Neurotic

Tempestuous  

Beasts.

It is that pain,

That anger that one

Tends to overcome

That leads to this

Tragedy.

For one knows

Every tear shed

Is a blood shed,

One tends to

Overcome this

In a way that

Shows vengeance.

In a way that

Shows defiance.

In a way that

Gives attention.

For it is immoral,

It tends to darken

The pure, the mere

And the remorseful.

For it is violent,

It is as villainous

As a monstrous

Monster;

And is called

VIOLENCE

If you wonder.

For it cannot

Help its monstrosity,

I'm afraid it might

Linger around for

 A while.

Sometimes I wish

This would only

Be a dream.

A lucid vision.

Only a delusion.

Only a dream.