with a face of reflected molten hard hues.
Mental scars coalesce...
...the rage inside.
When time slows to a heavy ramble of lazy tick-tocks,
With eyes misted over like pearled moons...
Dreaming in the colour of rain
Knee deep in the grime of his own making
The tears spatter his cold cheeks endlessly,
he cries in fustration, this monster.
He feeds the obsession, watching it grow
'Cruelty has a human heart'
Torture has a human hand
Murder has a human intent
all crimes committed by man.
The bars of his prison
the imagination of his
sick and twisted mind.
Inside our prisons are the most horrible of creatures, those who will prey upon children. They committed their crimes and even after and during their punishments they continue to dream of more such "fun". Their targets are our kids, their intentions are insane, their options are "opportunity" and they will never change. They gather pictures from magazines, cut and past them inside books to hide them from searches, commit and plot their crimes in heads lacking in guilt. Gather your kids close and keep them supervised. These animals are watching your sidewalks, malls, and school yards.
All rights reserved, © Charles A Johnson
Written November 23rd, 2005