MACABRE
As I walk upon this lonely road.
Watching with macabre's sight.
Angels and demons dancing in harmonious light.
Looking with murderous delight.
As I look upon the clock.
What is life.
What is death.
As the dream shifts from reality's bliss.
Why does the meaning alarm me shit.
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Poetic Deprivations of Mass Accumulation
PoetryA series of short funny and serious rhythms But be warned My poems are not for the weak of heart They will tear down the very fabrics of time. Or so I say I shall post every other day.
