Wicked World

Wicked World

Wicked world


Alone in a wicked world,
I stare into the darkness, lost and confused,
Terrified, scared, and angered, I feel hopeless,
I try to breathe; take a second to look at what I’ve become,
An animal, in caged, ravaged by the fury of man.
I stand Alone with a wicked grin,
Feeling the coldness of this place,
So much hate and rage in such a small cell,
Blood runs off my hands,
The screams still echo into the night,
My eyes bloodshot,
I haven’t slept in years,
I sit here, Just thinking about what I’ve done,
The tears roll down my face, my eyes feels heavy,
My breathing begins to slow, I close my eyes,
And say farewell to this wicked world.


Guillermo Lopez.