It’s eerie here
The cold fog lingers and the smell of death permeates the air
The scenery is vile and it’s portrayal is of destruction
Where there was once life, perhaps?
Nothing volatile remains
Just the gritty moans of agony and pain
Now trudging lifeless
It seems no hope is left
Just insatiable blood thirsty lust
Your limbs rotted and oblique
Reborn into death with nary an object left to seek
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I didn't know you knew 'EastEnders' so well - in this poem! lol. Putrid, hideous, walking dead, etc. heehee.
Or some equally ghastly soap serial in your country, if you don't live in the U.K.
Never saw Eastenders but I imagine it’s quite similar to the the equally ghastly soap in the US which is in fact entitled “The Walking Dead”. 😉
Yep, that'd be right! There was a story-line for EastEnders. It said 'Who dies in a tragedy?' I thought 'When were any of the wooden actors even alive'?! lol.
A nice poem about post brexit U.K.?
I do not follow brexit U.K., (being from the U.S.) therefore I cannot confirm nor deny, but perhaps it could be? Lol. Thanks for reading.
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