... in the bush.

We dream of grardens, with perfect roses.

Full of a family, sporting perfect poses.

By we I mean you, not me, I'm not there,

I'm stalking the dark with little, or no care. 

A knife in my hand ready to kill your dreams.

Try taking a picture, of a families screams. 

Reviews

[misha]

Dark and twisted, but also very interesting. Good job.

[Sukriti Suki]

hmm..this is dark but interesting.

Spell check- first line Gardens and in the last line..either a family's or families without A..

[Elizabeth]

This is wicked... love it. The beat is great and the images are, too. I love the point of view. This seems very much like the moment just before all hell breaks lose. The poem is very much like a photo in that regard.

[Cheryl J. Turner]

Sinister to say the least, well written but a deeply depressing and hopeless picture of someone on the outside of joy.