A lone spear flies through the air.
Blood head,
Dead red,
Said lead,
In my head.
Men in white
But they ain't
I'm dying
The storm of life has put me here.
Why?
I'm an animal
I'm an animal
I'm an animal
But aren't you one too?
My death will bring countless more
Careful choosing, don't crush the worm
We might just swarm
Are you ready for the storm?
A lone spear sails through the air.
It lands in another's side and he is nowhere
And so began the storm
And here we are.
Choose left or right,
The blood is tight.
Will thou fight?
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Dream
PoetryThe first phase of my poetry. I post everything on my Instagram before it gets here! Instagram.com/milestriespoems
