❤️A note from the mind of Horror❤️- The thing up above? Yeah, don't ask. I needed a background, so there ya go.
People don't see what's going on over here.
Not too far away, just a town over.
People don't see the murders.
The death.
The
Sorrow.
They
Don't
Want
To.
They don't want to
Help
Us.
They're too caught up in maintaining their lives, they're
Wonderful,
Privelaged
Lives.
They're afraid.
Afraid
To become like
Us.
The forgotten ones.
The
Murdered
Ones,
The
Sick
Ones,
The
Poor
And
Homeless
Ones.
Sometimes we're none of these.
We're just a normal
Person,
Making just enough to scrape by.
Sometimes more than you.
And yet we're underprivelaged because of
You.
YOU ARE READING
Black Abyss
PoetryA collection of poetry that covers issues from all over the world, issues that strike everyone's lives. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you find meaning in the words I scrawl on this page. ❤️ --- Thanks a ton to LYNWAH for being such a wonderful friend...
