Excessive Night's TollA Poem by peculiarWritten many months back, when I was in a cynical stage
Angels lie
Taking your hand only when you die. Vultures in white What a sickening sight They come for you at night When you're down and can't put up a fight They come from all sides Bearing down tearing you up Till all that's left is mutilated flesh Raw and fresh © 2015 peculiarReviews
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