Careless whispers...
Idle minds..their hungry eyes
restlessly seeking
fodder for their vacuous amusements.
Empty sewers waiting to be filled with pain
Pay per view for the tear drinkers..
who with their casual cruelty
disembowel the vulnerable
They prowl the world
avoiding the mirror of self reflection
shunning the sunlight
vampires...
destroying lives
The fallout..
the cries of loss
music
to their empty souls
They feast voraciously
at the table
of our destruction
Love, Jan xoxoxoxo
Ian
Allen