Dear convict

"Dear convict...."
03/01/17

Fields and farms are not nice places
So much nature, so little faces
I write to you with fragmented forgiveness
That I can no longer believe what I witness
As I gaze in the mirror
Not so much as a single glimmer
When I come face to face with the monster you created
As he presents to me the picture you painted
All you've ever seen is white
But the colour nukes me into the night.

My reflection
Does it impress you?
No protection
Will you let me undress you?

Fields and farms
They can do no harm

There are only roses here, you won't feel the thorns
Come on dear, you say as you stroke your horns.

You see the look in my eyes
Does it confuse you?
I only touch things I despise
I'm going to use you.