Hatred drips off every tongue
a vicious bile spilled forth until
believed then spreads like spores of death
intoxicated mould on breath.
The chatter chills and freezes hearts
to kill, the only action left.
Pile high the blackthorn pyre
light the damning fire.
Licking flames char flesh and bone
souls ignite in screeching horror.
Ignore the brutal stench of ill
swallow down the bitter pill.
Ashes mark the wicked skin
of those whose sin is darker still.
Blackened thorns of twisted fury
will be remembered here.
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Dark Attraction
PoetryA collection of deliciously, dark poems. #3 in Poetry - 9/6/18 I hope you enjoy and any time taken to read, is greatly appreciated and if you wanted to hit the little vote button or comment, you will have my eternal gratitude. H x The main theme of...
