I walk along the white corridor,
surrounded with dirty ghosts ,
their hands full of effluvia
hurt the aesthetic of my mind .
I was born a compassion gun
in hand ,to teach them
the ex nihilo ultimate state ...
I walk along the white corridor,
beset with smell of misery ,
my sens of hatred so polite
and politic 'correct spittle...
My boots are polished,
my heart barbed wire ,
beheaded barbie doll ...
White corridor no hope,
lone crow gloomy kingdom ...
Listen zombi the metal melody
on your last popcorns ,
that's where the game ends ...
I walk along the white corridor,
jet blood serenity ,lethal jettison,
trigger man in the night ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 31st, 2023 02:15
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Comments2
Right in time for the season. Chilling.
Clinical therapist reading.
I have already had to deal with similar people .
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