The black end <br />back end ink <br />he scrawls calls out nymphonic <br />church belles peeling off their <br />Sunday best for their <br />whoremongering shriveled masters. <br />He scatters neutral eyes <br />threatening to tear out our souls <br />in their more gentle moments. <br />His truths hit hard, <br />the forerunner of a new beat down <br />generation. <br />Leading the charges against <br />poisoners <br />corrupters <br />oath breakers, <br />His fatal tourist attraction <br />makes gambler cutthroats <br />go all for broken glass and slash <br />for arms in all directions, <br /> <br />Yet he can also speak of utmost beauty <br />and reveal a pathway to our souls.<br /><br />Charles Darkly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/carlos-3/
