here lies
the dreamers
entombed beneath the black sun
dripping mercury own the
throats of
unsuspecting children
whose mouths
suckle at the teat of
smoke stacks
believing they will live forever
only because
they still feel alive
despite the vultures perched on their
rib cages feasting on
the maggot-infested soul that
once housed
a universe of possibilities
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Pushin' Up Daisies
PoetryA collection of pêle-mêle poetry that have been compiled from various emotional states and thoughts. It may be depressing, odd, horrifying, whimsical or joyful but it is all up to the reader to determine whether it is worth reading. Unlike it's cou...
