Urges of a Baser Mind…
Jason Prosser
Simple thoughts on a blank white page
Death destruction and murderous rage
Sex with fear and tainted with pain
Dead bodies collect outside in the rain
Screaming for drugs to induce euphoria
Then stabbing myself just a bit more gorier
Stumbling down alleys and shadowed halls
The lost little sheep afraid to answer calls
Burning bridges and desiring no hope
The last sound you hear is the snap of a rope..

Yet another poem hopefull you digz it yo!