Wednesday, November 30, 2005


the voices in his head
grew silent in the end
his eyes rolled back in their sockets
and his hands fell out of their pockets
in his right hand was hidden a knife
this was his last act of violence tonight
from behind the head to the front temple
a bullet hole left the body crippled
with relief the coroner pronounced him dead
his reign of terror had come to an end
scientist have asked to study his brain
to take note of dementia under strain
to their shock as they cut open his skull
they found little claw marks all over the hull
the voices in his head had taken shape of demons
and the host had become their temporal prison
only through death did he find relief
for only then were the fallen released

© 2005 thomas bates

1 comment:

mark said...

Nice... i like it. Come to Chicago some day soon.