The Sight Of Evil Poem by Aaron Gotham

The sound of her beating heart,
Breaks society
I can still smell the blood that drips from her broken eyes
The pupils stare into the black of mine
To steal a million kisses,
I'll never ask politely.

Silent gurgles of saliva pools,
Fill the crystalized air.
I silently weep,
And run my fingers through her hair.
The child of a deceased mother,
With no reason to raise my chin.
But the murder of her and many,
I can't help but to smile from the sin.

Rape
Pillage
Rape
Pillage
With my mouth,
A thousand tainted words,
I'll corrupt this village.

These laughs of mine
Distort the air
Along with the sirens of time
All I have is a little left
I'll be sure to make it mine

Uniforms barge my room
As I hold my doll and pray
Backwards speaking,
Holding tongues of family,
I make a move and bullets fly free

The moon illuminates the gunshots
That darken the sea with a hint of red
Never stare into the eyes of evil
Be lucky, Satan is dead.