TastexYourxOwnxFilth

Its bittersweet.

The moon is obscured in the fabric of midnight

Where shadows dwell in madness, unanswered in plight.

A gush of wind dispels an ominous sound

Disturbed voices happily replay as the vibrations rebound.

From unpainted walls graffiti-ed in the corrosive filth of sin

The Damned are blinded by ugliness found from within.

Author's Note

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