Terror

Light brown mixed with white foam

It'll make your mind completely roam.

Throws your intentions in the trash

And the people around you, you bash.

It can ravish and leave abrasions in family trees

It can come in more than threes

And your mind could feel full of bees

It'll make you unstable and weak at the knees

Brown eyes glazed and glassy

Now you're not even classy.

Blue eyes of tears and terror

As she feels she's just an error

Locked doors and knives galore

All in the way with just a little gore

Loosing life and even Christ

It was the worst and biggest heist

The scars still linger

And the worst is still at his finger

The tip of the iceberg