I write this poem in red ink
because there is blood in my eyes I can't blink
you always had that killer instincts
your target always in distincts
and I have been victimized
guessing I am one of your victims

This poem is from a broken spirit and mind
true love is really hard to find
our false altars of love was somewhat kind
and that was what made me blind
from seeing your true intentions
I guess you are still my obsession

This poem is from me to you
though might be of no value
but it's accurately due
being blinded by the thick dew
that waters grasses that are new
remaining in my heart nothing but few.
© Isaac Jimoh Samuel