Open Thread please for Spontaneous Dark Art Poets


Death En-mass
Suicide gas, resilient souls with harderd swords
"Willing to die" are now more than words
We cut all chords that lead to fear and life
Mind bind by order and belive
A time to die, a time to cry
The silence of the deadbeats of our hearts
These battle scars ,Blur the entrance of our morality and humanity , always subconscious in vivid dreams,
We Walk and live this dream because WE ARE FREE