What We've Become

By , Little Canada, MN
Bleak smiles strangle souls
Crimson eyes worship drowned unicorns
Black holes where hearts rest
Like bait, they beckon us with Jade
And with our severed minds
We march towards a dragon's cage

We purge our humanity tonight
We are sick

There are,

No shadows in the Valley of Death

No heroes on the battlefield

Yet we sing
Along to a crow's lullaby





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