The Karma

You’re an enemy, a fool, a victim of your own disaster
Acting upon people that tell you that “Life is free”
Free from what?
Free from happiness? Free from laughter?
Free from the positive things that keep the world spinning?
Your eyes pummel those that need saving
The ones holding out their hands in a soft plea for restoration
These eyes glare into the eyes of others, so aggressively, like a shoe stomping a rose field
Or like acid, burning and shedding through an already aching body
With screams louder than party music and smiles
Leaving a red ink foundation smothered across the flesh that covers the bones of your hands
I place the hate and rage inside my eyes to my dear friend, karma
Because my soul is calm
And I don’t want to be left with the burden…
Of carrying the blood, sweat and tears you stole from others