Sunday, September 4, 2011

S c u m.

I...flipped out. I became a monster.
My anger was a wave, my disregard took me under.
I had no mercy. No feeling.
How predatory. How robotic.
I was as dense as metal, though demure as gunpowder.
Yet, efficient as a blade through his helpless lace.
But in this reality,
as delicate as the blade and lace, am I.