Plague
My forty-sixth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena
This is my forty-sixth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena.
The music is "The Plague" by Scott Walker
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You Can Never Escape It
Because You Are Infected
Yet Another Plague Victim
Your Body Is Infested
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Your Putrid Flesh Starts To Rot
Bones So Brittle Soon Will Break
Cannot Move, Your Mind Forgot
The Plague Soon Your Life Will Take
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Your Flesh Black, Bruised And Blistered
Your Heart Will No Longer Beat
Your Body Frail And Withered
Will Be Meat For Rats To Feast
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Death Will Be A Sweet Relief
Plague Doctor Pulls Your Gold Teeth
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Comments (7)
Very twisted but love it! LOL
Powerful dark imagery. The music and lyrics of "The Plague" were very effective as well. Well done!
Very dark
Whoa! Creepy!
good one Mike. That last line says it all.
Lol, this made me chuckle! I loved it!
Wow! So dark and descriptive! I love it!