Humanity is slowly going downhill
Following the ploughed out path
Waving the dust from their faces
Tripping on corpses
Blood staining their palms
Before plummeting
into Lyssa's waiting arms
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
