PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

my eyes are dry, after the storm,

and i meander in the shadows to reminisce,

to remember when my spirit was young.

everything grows so cold and

the lifelessness is evident,

hundreds of white corpses line the walls,

their lips frosty blue and useless.

scream until my ears are left, bleeding,

and remember to clean the disaster when it's through.





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