The Truth

He sits
Alone in a corner
Unborn
He waits
He reminisces
His life he knew
The broad daylight
Strictly pouring
From the window
Of his sanctuary
His chamber
Of horror for the unknown
A baby bird sings
Outside
Only to be cast away
Out
Out of his giver of lives
Life
What is it?
He sits
Alone
Thinking
About the truth
Is there a god
To save us
From everyday problems
Problems only we shall know
This is false
A false statement
Sent by the devil himself
From the chambers
Of hell.

Little do we know
This man
Does things
Terrible things
From which his conscience
Tells the story
Of his lies
His sins~
Only he would understand
The subject of killing
To subject his child to kill
And become him
Having to live
Without a soul
A conscience?
I suppose….
For he shows
No emotion
For the lives he takes…

He sits alone.
Talking
To himself
About false statements
There is no god!
He mutters
There is NO GOOD!
He screams.
He is.
Not one but two
Delusional and psychotic men.
He talks
Paranoid
He hears
The souls of the bodies
Underground
Below him.

He is a killer
No self esteem
No bodies
No problems
He is just.

He is a liar
In denial of his being
A murderer
On account of
His
Stories~

He is my keeper
Unafraid
To tell
About
THE TRUTH.