Words from a Tortured Soul's World
"The Violence Surrounds"

Unsightly world of deceivers and misfits
Sidewalks littered with the refuse of sin and self-destruction
Children crying out, "Please, no more"
And the sound that echoes is that of skin on skin
Of a hand smacked against her face
Of one life taking another
Of one lie after another
From one guy after another
Until my world ceases to be
Any better than the one I left outside.