Friday, May 18, 2018

DRIPPING WITH SIN




  1. The waves are churning.
    My face is burning.
    What’s coming for me?
    I don’t want to see.
    It rises from the deep
    when all are fast asleep.
    The Dead come ashore.
    For me, they’ve come for.
    There’s nowhere to run or hide.
    I refuse to take their side.
    The Dead will not win.
    They’re dripping with sin.
    THE DEAD GAME

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