Massacre

(A Vero poem)

What a day it is

To see what I am

evolving, devolving,

knowing, trusting,

characteristics that make up the false man

drown inside the self serving soul.

Leave it be.

Walk away.



Minds a wastin in this gutter

Can’t pick it up once it gets kicked.

Drowning myself in the alcohol

Found myself in the gutter
again

Thinkin about life the way it is

Wondering about fools, the way you kiss

my soul falls away

into the massacre today

Empty inside, but filled with a void

that cleanses my mind

Wasting away again in the gutter

leaving on a westbound train

towards a city that’s eternal

Ringin in my ears

the last time you called

washed away the last of my tears

when i heard his voice through yours

Walked away last night, fell into a gutter

can’t pick it up once it gets kicked

Drowning myself in the alcohol

Found myself in the gutter again.



Vero