Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal

i Am

Matthew Johnson
    Sports Editor

Cruelty is the hidden whisper of this maddening frenzy,

Paralleled to glimpses of momentary ecstasy.

This given breath of whispering death,

Equaled to incantations of drugs and sex,

Is unending as my built labyrinthine rigmarole,

Holds the infidel and innocent, each as collateral.

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