We can dance,
Apocalypse be damned.
We can dance and laugh
Through the rubble
Of this once vibrant town.
I once loved in those streets,
I once bought coffee there,
Now I only hide amidst
The dust and bones
That plague these empty routes.
Beware scavengers
Scavengers beware
Death to those who hasten my death.
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Bloody Words
PoetryPoems for the twisted souls who dance at night. The cauldron stirrers, aorta slurpers down right damned to hell life usurpers. We all have a dark side, I invite you to enjoy yours. For the broken and the damned walk amongst us every day.
