One, Two
- youreadmymind
- Sep 13, 2020
- 1 min read
One, two
hushed darkness,
a greyish black hue
three, four
a shot through the quelled night
a sight of massacre, blood, and gore
five, six
a gaze transfixed
impenetrable obscurity, congested with lunatics
seven, eight
a piercing scream
one last breath
their pupils dilate,
but then they say 'That was fate.'
nine, ten
the story never ends
and then,
we begin again
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