Their breath is hot- their ongoing ranting burning into my mind- taking in every word, every gesture. They're ruthless people.
These people- ones in which won't be named- condone these acts of treason onto ourselves. Our people.
Those people are evil, they're full of it. Unreliable, untrustworthy, spiteful, wrathful, disturbing... but all so alluring?
Taking time to think, ingrained thoughts flashing like a box of old Polaroids, why put such unnecessary creatures on this lavish Earth, just for them to rot and burn- in the fiery depths of their own mental pits of Hell, looks like they're not doing so well...
Yet they're so similar,
Actually we're the same- what a shame.
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Poetry & Short Stories
PoesiaA compilation of all my favorite poems and short stories I've written. ▪️Please give credit where credit is due. ▪️ ▪️These stories are written by me, and any similarity to any other story or poem is merely coincidental. ▪️ ➿I would truly love any s...
