Words of a sadist

Stony faces
And sad cases
Closed doors
For cold cores.

Wrong time
For a petty crime
You get deep guilt
And walls built.

Any hate
Will reverberate.

You dilude
And seclude
You're "followers"
And others.

Watch out,
You shout
But nobody will listen
To what you're missin'.

Fresh scars
And "on par"s.

That's fine
It's just mine
'Cause when blood flowers
We have no powers.