I Am.

 I am an empty lot.
A razor used too many times.
A weathered pillar, expecting destruction.
I’m an exagerrated expression..
And quite background music.
I am the snapping of fingers,
The snapping of bones.
The snapping around of heads and.
The slapping of the owned.
The throwing of stones.
For I am not the thought behind the action
But the action in itself.
I am destucted but.
I.Am. Destruction.