Destination Poem by Brad Kellum

Stealing life from another's eyes.
Remember in 36 hours the fruitless fly dies.
Unforgiving mirror of the darkest soul.
Blaytantly pacing inbetween shoals.
Backwards is the devotion of reluctant emotion.
Spiritlessly devoid of reckless invocation.
Sanctimoniously kneeling upon broken trust.
Hurriedly inferred unto listless lust.
Inner reflecting of the sole divine.
Finding only ignorance and something that spoils rapidly in time.
Lay thy self down for the night.
The devils come to spread his delight.