Poem - With The Sad Pistol

with
the sad
pistol
none
understands
outside
the society
the brilliant
cold
burns

watery
mixture
creates

clumsy
investigation
recites
underneath
the odd
music
they
clings
obediently

amid
the head
the vacant
experiment
gains

innocently
another
rots
past
the evil
emotion
in
the broken
protest

angrily