Tags
Abyss, Black humor, Dark, Hell, Just for fun, Might, My entry to enter the UDPS, Pain, Suffering, Undead Poets Society
In this situation dire
I needed some fire
This pent up desire
I craved for satire
My moves slackened
And senses darkened
My thoughts blackened
As all hells beckoned
My heart was slit
And adorned with spit
I lost all grit
In this bottomless pit
I then rose from my bed
Voices cried in my head
I wailed as I fled
Hoping I’d be undead…
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