The news poem n°21

Vermin of the mind,
In my skull confined,
Plagued by my brother,
Murder rape I garner,
Oh why do I bother!

There was one,
There was two,
There was...eight,
Children refusing their human state.

There was one,
There was two,
There was...four,
Days when they would ask for more.

More of violence,
More of my silence,
More of my pain,
More of my rage,
In turns they esteemed themselves of age.

Of age to die I wouldn't deny,
So an eye for an eye,
Were cut off...their "tools" defied,
As I feasted on,
their demise.