Dead flies buzz, reanimated with rage...
Or the common sickness of this age.
It swirls and churns deep in our gut
Cutting life short and giving us a useless shortcut
To a black, lightless world
With once-reaching hands dead, fingers curled.
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Time snickering in its rhythmic snap comes and goes
As do the people with their deep, unending woes.
But the dead things still strive
To head back to the dilapidated hive
And we are left with shadowed, empty flats
Filled with bloody flies and dead cats.
You can't kill what won't die
So look up to the sky
And cry, cry, cry.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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You can't kill what won't die. Whoaaa, I love that line so much! This was a powerful poem!
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