The foul smell of dead corpses in the morning, far from being sane…
Hands stained from an unknown blood massacre, “can’t remember what just happened.”
Helpless individuals, the reaper slashed them with an indescribable passion…
Slaying of the guilty and the innocent, mercy is vaguely used.
Victims pray it’s all just a fucked up nightmare, refusing to think realistic…
Murder, rape, and necrophilia exist in this dysfunctional society.
“The filthy truth is difficult to grasp.”
Pt. 2
Death is in the air…a chilled environment; visibility is limited…
So much suspense is in the air…
Helpless! ”I can’t find you, you’re a lost opportunity…I've let you go.”
Longing to hear your voice once more…
A false flame, gives temporary happiness;
“Possibly in another life we can be together…maybe.”
About the Creator
Ziggy MD
I've been writing poetry since 2006 and my passion for writing never left, with exceptions of monthly/yearly writers block. As far as influences, I don't have any because I'd like my poetry to be my own and not a copy.
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