Sickness is coming,
So many slumming.
Black Death runs like water,
No escape, that's their fate.
...
In the heat of the day,
outside i stray
away from home away from noise,
oh how ever am i to make a choice,
...
Fish are pretty
Fish are smart
But do they fart?
Don't speak on there part.
...
I write for school. But my teacher says they are good and i should share them, so here i am. I write about dark deep ugly things mostly because that's what i know. Sometimes i write about things not related to me, that's just for something to do.)
Bubonic Plague
Sickness is coming,
So many slumming.
Black Death runs like water,
No escape, that's their fate.
No more dinners served on hot steamy plates.
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.
Its the end of your run.