Hi.
Blood will dry,
soon.
Demons drag down earth,
typhoon.
Through the laughter we all cry,
mouth foams.
Insanity impregnated from virgin birth,
lost homes.
Voices from the man in the suit,
sad eyes.
Ghouls don't only appear at night,
surprise.
No more candied fruit,
low highs.
All aboard the happy flight,
hello skies.
Bye.
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Broken Souls
PoetryA collection of dark poems I have wrote in regards to various mental disorders, as well as heavy life problems including substance abuse, violence and poverty.
