Master Engine Of A Killer Poem by Oliver Clarke

Master engine of a killer’s baby,
Drowns the life of a sound that saves me,
Screams of petty love to the mind of a baby,
Dreams with blood, and the sanity of the crazy.

Disappeared from a night during dusk,
Frustration kills peace and returns with lust,
Desperation for dead hope begins to fade,
Knowledge in compassion needs a heart to be of aid.

Crashing torrents from a mountain riverside,
Moment now captured is dead but still gasping,
Piercing skin to unleash the death of which I hide,
Demand from question, why death can still be asking.

No dent within stone or pave,
Although is dent what lust will crave,
Abandoned rescue delivered to save,
Cremate the day that night will enslave.