Skulls
Forever void of thought
There's nothing
Soulless eyes and a permanent smile
Locked away in underground prisons
Almost never to be seen again
They could be anyone
Killers, family, total strangers
Skulls are people gone mad
Sometimes displayed
Other times studied and poked at
They are taboo and creepy
Whispers of past memories
Never to be heard from...
Again.
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A Collection of My Madness
PoetryCollection of my poetry, deep dark goodness for all
