Questions

by poptropican

Poem. Dark. Woke up at about 2 in the morning and had to write it down. Half asleep handwriting really sucks.

12-30-12

Questions

I walk a lonely road,

Cutting, blood, and fear proliferate.

Beating against the skull—crack.

Necessity called to question,

Must we kill?

Silently, quickly, and cleanly we dispose.

Leaving nothing behind,

We move onward.

Footsteps lost in the drone of traffic below, we leap.

How can we laugh,

Having done and seen so much, and yet so little?

Repetition.

-Poptropican