Seeds of Poets Screaming at Wolves I

Distant,

     Skeletal memory inner cage ribs ache of hope collecting dust under the seemingly pacifist excuses adorned by black wolves disguised as hologram swollen oblivion's congealing birth of heartlessness vultures instead of innocent simple sheep sighting misery as their number prejudice one indignation silent reason for the homicide of neglect known as suicide's death loss of no one cared with love enough to pay but their excuses homage until... It's too bullet slit wrist late.

In lieu of our participation in,
Playing a game never meant to exist
Standing idle as life is lost
Close to home