Lives & Deaths.
Breaths? No. Everything Here Is Dead. Maybe, I Am 2. I Shrug.
Jug Of Super Blaque Coffee I Drink On While Thinking Of The Meat Locker I Just Left Out Of.
Life & Death.
Worth Being Here...This Slaughterhouse.
Slaughterhouse. The Good Ol' Slaughterhouse.
Devils & Daemons, I Was Born Here & Have Been Keeping Up With It Ever Since. Yeah, I'm Alone. Oh Yeah, I'm Just A Clone.
Stone N My Disposition, I'll Always B.
Bloody, Bloody, Bloody: Blood Is All Over The Place. The Floor Is Sticky Over Slippery.
Humanity Is Meat. Meat 2 Eat.
"Meat "
Night Never Leaves Here...I Have 2 Make Sure "The Beautiful Sunny Days" Have More Than Enough 2 Eat.
"Meat." I Always Need More Meat. Human Livestock.
Livestock. Human Livestock. "Meat." I Am But A Butcher...A Slaughterer Of Humanity, Hanging: @ The Slaughterhouse.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: July 5th, 2023 09:00
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Dig N2 This 1, WhyDon'tCha?
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 1
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