Feasted galleries of human flesh paints canvases,
Lest we forget our mortal souls
Eternally will rest on upon these walls.
Shifting through the boundaries between life and death
Hours count away to your final breath.
Eating away this hollow shell,
Asphyxiating your lungs and exhale the pain.
Tearing into your eyes to see your fears.
Emitting the blood and separating the skin,
Reawakens the art of Death within.
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Comments
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lmao!!! I'm not sure if that was a compliment but I guess I accomplished my goal into making it dark and scary lol. I kind of had the picture in my mind that Death was a artist of sorts and we are his supplies! lol.
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Scary!
Cobweb background add to eeriness. I usually don't read dark poetry or read Stephen King books nor watch scary things on TV etc. However, I know there's quite a following here along these lines. To each their own. I'm still having quivers up my spine of the scared to death kind.
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