Blood of Boston

Strangled noises of fear forget to free themselves, Blurred objects in horror sprint by, A haze of red and black. Black as night, as coal, as death. Shocked expression on every transparent figure, Blazing fires burn every soul, A sensation of love and hatred. Hatred that thrives, that pulses, that dies. Searing pain in every heart that beats, Bothering human consciousness, A bomb in Boston.