Real Love Poem by Chaarzarul Rockett

Laying low like a snake
call it hybernation.
Once upon a time
I was a poison to this nation.

I was young and dumb
but I knew how to run
duck when they fired
and shoot my gun.

I got a wolf in my head
and the hands of the devil
eyes of a god
and the heart of a rebel.

Never will I run
with the herd of the sick
Women have become
just a trap for my dick.

Loving everything
that I hate and despise
Destroying everything
I held dear in my eyes.

If I ever get a chance
to show you how I feel
My tears will fall on your grave
from a love that is real.