Die, Die, Die Poem by Michael Poston
Die, Die, Die
this heat
this hot stink
everyone gives looks
everyone staring
im engulfed
i walk around with a frown on my face
flames of death consume
i hate this place
i plead to leave
but i am not released
i am cornered
and like an animal i attack
nothing but
im going insane
i see nothing, but i feel
kill......
im on a killing spree
im on a roll
rolling out of control
its a different story in this rat hole.
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4/23/2024 2:00:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
that was dark and exciting too for some reason.. u can really paint a picture to what u say