Outcast Poem by Julian Takali

Rings my ear Columbines past
Coy cut by evil
Echoed the halls shards of glass
Evil bleeds deceitful

Duo shed light upon blind dark
Into feral from peaceful
Daggers torn out of torn hearts
Not guns, people kill people

Wild a man is if lonely and broken
Scribbles with needles
Ignorance is bliss yet so hopeless
If company is lethal

What fun is life without a little death?
What demons cloud up their breath?
What use of the oddly painted people -
If dipped in a vat of evil?