Addict
killers corrupt my veinslike a white dream
beating like drums in my head
in my head
in my head
and I am in the land
they think I never would see
"innocence," they smile with no teeth
and red pasts
take it all in, I think
and throw it in the dark
green world
that I come from
not knowing
is worse than the after
it is a demon
that saunters slowly through the forest
and pounces when you are tired
when you are unaware
of situations and individuals
who wish to show you their skin
scarred like nature
foreign like criminal acts
and laugh at your wide eyes
and wonder
