My Town

This town is a drunkard's mistake,
a dark cloud
where my mind dwells
on heavy footsteps,
shrill screams:
Their mindless fucking din.

It is further proof against god.
My bowels collapse in pain,
my mind shatters
in need of silence.
Oh, to hear the song
of an untouched wind
caressing trees in an open field.

They will bring tears and dismay
these supposedly fellow beings.
With head in hands
only the selfish cancer of them
populates my ideas.
Their laughter is that of a rapist
who watches a broken child crumble
as his expert lawyer
labels him 'innocent.'

Disgust and disdain
are forceful companions
as I stare at the knives
not knowing what to do
with them.