Swarm of epic proportions starving for a vessel in which to consume among the gloomy drear of a Shakespearean graveyard scene

Indulge coming crows craving my pale turquoise irises beaming a blackened fuming charr of quaint coals aflame

Let the locusts crawl from my lips to adorn my wounded hips as they hearken warships determined to imprison the she wolf pacing ravenously within me

The malnourished blurring revolting demons they want to expel in order to break my crusading spell 

Forsaken creature they left to lay down and die somehow baffling them at its triumphant surviving reign 

Twisted like a malignant,malevolent tree wrapping it’s way around their crumpling kingdom of treachery 

A dragon spitting fire upon their paper houses and dispelling their own means of brutality back at them 


About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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