Queue of Killers

Cold bars.

Small spaces.

No stars.

All braces.

Rattling keys.

Mocked existence.

Enough pleas.

Time’s Resistance.

Battered, bruised, and boiled blood.

Toiled, tattered, and left in mud;

To rot;

No sleep;

In black;

To creep;

Mildew and plaque.

Seeing faces.

Identical forms

In outer spaces.

Twisted steel dancing around

External demise less than profound.

Reviews

[Rene Velez]

I like the flow and rhyme scheme, only gripe would be the font, it's a bit small, I had to squint to read it, you know age and such, but overall nice write with a serious message..