the darkness consumed the once cotton candy sky.
black feathered crows scatter around the desolate wasteland of what once used to be.
the toxic misery of strangled cries coming from within.
whimper as the beast licks his lips to devour an already rotten soul.
there is no justice here, the once glorious heroes long gone.
there is only filth, the rotting stench of broken oaths, the double-crossing wench of the darkest night calls upon the cherub faces of the innocent.
brazen tears rain onto the house of opportunity, the narcissistic gutter of the past.
could there be an escape? or would the destruction of the purest connection keep terror running free?
Noxious exhaust, it is time for an end.
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velocity's poetry.
Poetrya collection of poems I have written that I would like to be seen.
