Beast in the streets
The streets are ripe with blood and metaphors
The streets are ripe with you
The streets play host to your indulge
The streets delights are few
Dark stance of stench
You host the show
Suck life from every soul
Perplexed and lost
In foggy sight
Blood spillage is your goal
To rise in fame
To be the best
Take that small black pill
To rise in fame
To wear the crest
Succumbing to its will
(Homage: American horror story)
Copyright © Angela Tune | Year Posted 2021
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