SoonPungent sweat, fear, bodily secretions, and sterilized air incinerate delicate noses, Faintly covering up the sickly odor of Death Machines beeping, whirring, ticking, screeching, humming, creaking, buzzing, Each sound saying, soon, soon, soon, soon, Counting down the heartbeatsSoon
You’re wired like a Christmas tree yet we look politely away Stare at the floor tiles until we can see the pattern with our eyes closed Looking up to meet tired eyes peering out of wrinkled sockets Eyes that still burn with intensity, with life, while the rest of you withers Waiting as the countdown in
Storm WarningI am forgotten, a creature of lore Once a guardian of the sea and land, Now a resource to be used, nothing more For you just ignore my imploring handStorm Warning
They rape my body, spill their sick seed deep And black smog poisons the clean salty air Putrescence sneaking while we are asleep Strangling us silently, caught unaware
My anger rumbles over your city My hands smack against your disgraceful walls Destroying, killing, devoid of pity Because you ignored my protesting calls
If you survive until the red morning Let all others know to heed my warning
Welcome to Me
Tired
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"When God gives you lemons you FIND A NEW GOD."
-Powerthirst
Proud owner of the Nobody Andamax at =Org-infinity
...when she gets approved... <<;
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