Twisted Souls Poem by Jay Boyd

Twisted souls
covered in pain-engraved festers
devoured in darkness
Eroded away from maked-hatred
Past falls from your eyes
like blood, ruby danced, tears
your eyes stare endlessly emotionally
Your pity falls on the audacious
losers that schreech and howl
in pity forever in the lonesome boxes
live in
Twisted souls
Blind to the embezled pride
of the pain-strickened
survivors of the lost they so feasibly endured
twisted souls.
J.V.Boyd