Bon's Final
For our final, I decided to make a mediocre poem along with a blog post, so, here it is. And so it was done once pure and beautiful, and for all the best intentions It continues to break the bones of the pure and beautiful things that once thrived And the more they watch The more vindicated Sanguinary impetus grows manufacturing imperative imperceptible impulses Keeping them blank faced So utterly droll Malleable And they can see it tearing sinews from bone and tendon But its looking at them too And they cant see that its looking at them too It will not spare you It can see you Marks every move, notes blood flows, crinkles of the face You again, How nice it’s been seeing you, Not seeing me, And as I elude you, I will use you. a violence so utterly white collar and clean Injected into the veins...