I would rather not comment on what this is based on, but its truly a sad act indeed.
Its tyranny of the denied.
The truth of sour cryptic minds.
The lies that play the tunes of lust
the shrieking heavens of defile.
In eyes that only hunger flesh
to bones that shatter in clutch-less freight.
And agonies that follow through
to lives that shimmer in the gloom.
These lives they wonder on for hope
for purpose in their bloodless -pproach.
A life spent under hell’s decree
A future distant, un-given, unseen.