#1
I cross them on the street
*****s, Harlots
Common, blood still warm on their lips
Perhaps, I think, this world was made to sin
To test Gods patience
I know it tests mine
And every answer to every question seems too
Sweet to the tongue
But to foul,
Too rank,
Too hideous
To the eyes

Shadows show half the face of a madman
Light blinds the rest from view
#2
Awesome. I love the ideas expressed, but I'm not too sure about the arrangement and structure. Very nice read.


My mind is going. I can feel it.