Poem -
Stained
Nature of the beast-
in eyes; empty cauldrons of hatred
or ominous curl of a smile in it's reflectionΒ
my hate-obsession measured
in the laughter that crawled over wallsΒ
or the howl of rage
percolating through the blackness.Β
Β©Lost
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