The Underworld Lying
Deep, dark, a place of living or myth
Where does it exist except I ourselves
Depths of the soul, survivals of The UnderWorld
Hiding, striving, waiting guard
Ready devour its instints of life
The Beast, mankind it be same
It is in ourselves journey walked or
lead just want to be, to exist
We are two but one, survival a game
death is certain
But existence, come from beneath
The UnderWorld Lying, souls darkness
Heart of the animal’s thirst
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2019
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