Literature
WITHOUT QUESTION, THE WICKED AND THE WEARY
Dead on arrival
And the departed
Lost it at the last moment
Coming on, going down
Made to love, made to
bleed
Left alone, lead astray and
made to understand why
The shamed and the shameless
All the same, either way
it meant nothing, nothing at all
The wishful and the sinful
Wicked ways, wasted all away
The played and the plaintive
The homicidal, the suicidal
and the criminal minded
And the lunatic that lurks
inside us all
A murder and a life untold
Murderous intent without
reason
And a need to understand why
Born to kill, born a killer,
Always a killer
A need to survive
Flight and fight
Death came easy in the final
moment
Without virtue or honor
Just an instinct to kill or be killed
No remorse, a second thought
Just a cold blooded killer