Dark

The Hangman

Without fear
Primordial oozing
Sipped through straws
Bony fingers
On clammy hands

The hangman says
It’s reckoning day
Calls boys and girls
To come and play…

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Cold Prose

We claim
To know those
We had close
To overdose on
Cold prose
To wallow in
My poetry
A symphony of
Sympathy…

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Venomous Veins

Thought I escaped this poison, but it still calls my name
Venom in my veins
ever occupies my brain
Drives me insane,
I try escaping the pain
But memory prevails
and reason’s ship sails…

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Softly, deftly
Night caressed me once again
I sat, drinking the ink from my pen.
What’s once more,
when the glass is always half empty?
What’s once more,
when my screams into the dark
are met with no echo…

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Tyrannos

Perpetuating misconceptions detrimental to reality
Progressive illness overlooked in favour of brutality
Promoting violence in men, a dark denial of morality
Lethality becomes legality, a sickening mentality
We’re proud to see

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Dark

The Hangman

Cold Prose

Venomous Veins

Promises

Tyrannos