I frequently drive past that apartment building
With desolate recollections unfolding
Madness, the unwanted souvenir,
With a corrosive veneer
Obsession with killing the one clear
Constant over the years
Nothing there to govern the conscience
Just red flags without the cautious
Gross displays of behaviors
In grave need of a savior
But it’s too late
Now, for 12 killed and 70 injured
At the Aurora Theater
That still operates like nothing
Occurred there
Did he fulfill his destiny or his
Fantasy as he watched the carnage
Of his making from his car
In the parking lot
His unaligned mind had finally
Filled to the brim with rot
