A Killer For a Page

then there was weak
they had judged
and impure was forsaken
for crude ambitions
of a lustful habit
calamity stole upon
my greatest wish
and the silence
inspects the weakness
and found death wanting
nothing was saved
cept for forensic pages
so who is stalking thy leaf
as it bleeds into now?
as it burns
and denies me beast

Billy Jno Hope