Did he see at that moment
how he resembled the vulture?
Surely it occurred he might look the lesser creature?
Back, forth , forth, back; how many times?
Did it cross his mind?
Was he blind to the crime?
He reminisced,
the rush when he beheld his gift;
the smell of good grief,
the lens flashed sharp teeth.
The child was a feast;
the prize within reach.
A leach can only leach;
each play their part.
and passed the cup back to the reaper.
Snap
Guilt may be folded - compartmentalised.
Bait for the trap; catalyst for the fall.
After grabbing slippery pictures,
He was cut from the cloth of the dealers;
doomed to get high
doomed to get high
on his own supply;
overdose on pity,
overdose on pity,
fall into his abyss.
Snap
He beat his chest,
"Mine was no easy pursuit.
Who dares judge me?
who dares wear these boots?"
Guilt may be folded - compartmentalised.
But demons don't die,
they grow fat in the dark.
The bloody lens:
*drip*
*snap*
*snap*
The child was a feast:
*drip*
*snap*
*snap*
Bait for the trap; catalyst for the fall.
After grabbing slippery pictures,
1 glance, 2 glance , 3 glance, 4..
how many more,
as he left her?
Who can survive the perfect storm
when it pours acclaim?
His belly full of rotten fruit,
it burst from the disdain.
They always applaud,
before pouring scorn.
Most still pepper him with stones.
Who mourns for the child?
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