The HyenasA Poem by Pensmoke Poems
Ah the despicle and vile things
Mocking my despair They circle They laugh They examine They laugh They know your finished So they laugh And all the time your sitting there You know that it is time So you laugh Laugh at your injuries Your life Your body Your fate And as you stare at the prey once more You laugh As scarlet gives color to your morbid jokes © 2016 Pensmoke Poems |
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