silent and empty, <br />delicate, used. <br />savages with their <br />deadlines, and a <br />fullmoon in view. <br /> <br />silent and deadly, <br />love being used, <br />their hatred stains <br />the world, and your <br />blood, nothing more <br />then red paint. <br /> <br />silent and sad, <br />as they load their <br />guns, to them we <br />are nothing more <br />then red paint, and <br />they, pissed off and <br />used. <br /> <br />jesus, we could use a <br />little help down here, <br />for the mean peaple <br />with fast fingers are <br />killing in the name of <br />you, still you say father <br />forgive them, for they now <br />not what they do. <br /> <br />im sorry jesus, but i think <br />they do<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-holes-3/
