The Damned Folk..... Poem by JOE JOHNSON

Only the lost may come
across, those who came
before time shall inherit
everything.

The silence is very still and
drips not on us, it's sound
is hollowed by it's followers
and filled with their ambitions
to make our ears roar with
pain.

No joy maybe displayed, the
warnings turned to fire and
burned those who were ignorant
enough to try again.

Shall no one cry, no one die and
no one live, for their mistakes will
do more than just kill and torture.

The water has finally become thickened
by blood and given to those who have
courage to drink it in a cup of thorns
and splintered metal which cuts like a
thousand razors.

Dwell among the damned, for their secrets are worth more than gold.....