Whistles Blowing out some air Full of hot wind Steam from the earlobes Did your thinking begin? Knowing no better Blind in the brain Eyes that cannot think Doesn't that sound lame? Feeling no remorse Heart is like stone Cold beyond freezing You have icicles for bones Grinning ear to ear Costly happiness Sanity was your target You only left broken pieces Pages have to turn Chapters will end When the story is finished Karma won't be your friend ©Schizology Whistles #Karma #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Evil
