Good Reads

these streets
paced by few
owned by one
me
blood ran the streets red
and boy, was it fun
they screamed
they ran
i chased
they died
these thoughts
they are warmer than
the blood that
flowed over my fingers
as i used the
knife quickly
spraying red life
on the cold brick walls
like graffiti
warning the sadducees
and pharisees of my terrain
they try to be as good as i
but they are insane
my mind is so advanced
to theirs
most likely if you could hear
the thoughts you would
think i was crazy
but i am fine
fine
they are insane
not i
when i am done
i will go curl up with my
new pet cat
and read the
brand new copy of
"Catcher in the Rye"