A Psycho Path Poem by Alejandro Velez

Fire runs in and out of your lungs
see a black creature wearing big red horns
pointing a direction of death and collision
your blood starts asuming the position
to be kidnapped of your brain
cirgury goes on, 'please sedate'
feel a blade gently strike your neck.
a butchers knife goes inside your head
eyeholes left in shadows
your nose your blood follows
guts spreading everywhere
pulse is dying unawared.
shovel in your hands, graves on your friends,
spit in the mud...
Payed are your debts.