The Vicious Kind

Its vicious, cruel, its injustice they say. Pain and Misery live in these streets. Its plain to see all the worry and fury about. Souls tainted, hearts are cold unwilling to retreat. The powerless Prowl about like snakes that sting. A vile breed they are, so vain and unforgiving. That’s the way theses wolves assemble together like a pack out for blood, they thirst.

I growl at their malicious attempts. In the pools of mischief I see a way so clear. Doubt vanishes and I know my call. I hunt for justice. I do not stop. My mission is that of compassion and my armor is peace. Fighting to help the weary at heart from their deceitful lovers call. I linger in the darkness lighting a match and swiftly holding it up to see who I will catch.

Written by: Naomi-Simone