Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Cross-bolts

We call it cross-bolts
When you turn against us.
We aim and fire
Spiteful spits of hatred and malice.
Turn a blind eye to cause and effect.
We receive bullets of cravings and madness,
Hoping to achieve greatness in hunger.
You are starved,
Deceived into believing
I hold the keys to your heart.
That is okay.
You should know,
The keys actually open your mind.

3 comments:

2cute4u said...

Nice poem..
I like it..
'i hold the keys'
I muse on that.

Tetekai said...

I am sure glad you like it. :). Musing! :)

Shels said...

loves it