LoBD

At the fringes
where they live,
self-extradited,
to dwell
in the nooks and crannies,
liberated from convention,
stripped of white moral codes,
where even color is void,
only darkness survives--
on the fringes.

They feed off each other's egos,
and starve each other's souls,
and rob each other's minds,
under the guise of self-control.

And though there is no blood relation,
it's one big family;
Blood is let and shared
in mock communion,
to quench a thirst and fill a need.

But, still there is a hunger,
down deep fear rumbles
and the masses turn their heads and cower
in their bacteria-free homes.