Laughter is the best medicine.
You see it as slogans
on every hospital
and in every craft store.
So I guess I'll keep laughing
so I can get past this sickness.
But I'm afraid
that my illness is incurable
because I just keep laughing
and the bodies just keep falling.
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When The Blood Ran Black
PoetryWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
