September 8, 2012

The Judge #Poetry

The razor slices
Judgments rendered
For he is almighty.
One with darkness,
He lurks, stalking.
A victim of violence,
Born this way.
Vengeance stewed
Devouring the goodness
Leaving evil to remain.
Scars of dementia and remorse
Battle for his darkened soul.
Our only hope,
His death.
Until then fear the night.
You could be judged next.