What Never Was Poem by Chris Tiganescu

Her twisted little twisted
mind deserves to be shambled
and burnt, a childs blood spilled
never to see the light of day, the
anger that rages over is consuming
me like a fire, my skin singes
at the thought, cant find myself,
my head spins around, i cant feel my
body, heartaches one after another,
nothing but stainless steel and
blood soaked clothes invision my
head, its tearing apart, im tearing
apart.