Mad Twins

Chaos spins.
The twirl becomes these mad twins.
Both full of hate.
Both full of rage.
A lust to inflict pain.
To understand the truly insane.
A desire to destroy that which brings peace.
Desecrating the newly decease.
A morbid curiosity of what has got way out hand.
New discoveries, become like moldy stale bread.
Once good but they no longer sustain them.
A single thought pours through there bloody hands.
A conflicted motion with the flip of the wrist.
One has been silenced while the other lives.
The institution will never subdue, reform, or morally impregnate.
It suits our needs just as it does his.
With thoughts of safety as a mind game which we will never win.
Four moves behind, and it is still his turn.
And with the tic of the clock he is already ready for the next.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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