The Spectrum Of The Dark Room Poem by Thoriq MA
The Spectrum Of The Dark Room
The eyes full of hatred
Tried to see, all goes in noir
Have you see the dead body of a bread
Filled with a tsunami of it's scar
Tore apart into pieces
Now, it's time to meet new friends, the rubbish
Breaking news to Breaking down
All it goes in this town
all I can see a ghost
With a body as a host
Living like this, living like that, bullshit
In the end, it's just living, that's it.
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