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Another Day In Hellhole Avenue

Poetry By: Withdale

Poems don't need summary

Submitted:Sep 13, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

A dead dog is lying on my porch

damn,it seems more human than half the people in this world.

If madness was a drug and stupidity a steak

we would all be junkies and our fat would fill the widest lake.

I can't taste a thing cause our stink makes me puke

maybe I'll scratch my wounds to feel something new.

A harvester of sadness,destruction and hate

is all that we are.

Suicidal maniacs,psychopaths alined in glorious blood bath.

Another day in the slaughterhouse

another day insane,

I will leave one day,you bastards

I will escape and fly away.


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