Vector8
February 26th, 2009 by 
Ethan
Mike and Ethan
Lifeless wondering,
A mathematician’s secret formula.
Rotting corpse,
Faint light at end.
Face torn,
Blood spilt,
Formula corrupted.
We left for the dead,
Fought for the living,
Fear pulsed in our veins.
Tainted bloody hands,
Washed with blood,
Survivors?
Civilization?
Where did we go wrong?
Barricaded in my mind,
Unable to break the surface,
I found my anger,
I found my corruption,
Because I killed,
Because I destroyed,
Because I devoured,
The living.
Posted in List Poem #1 | 