The feast turns me
in to a beast that
wants to gorge on
the people of purity,
the deceased seem
to try to warn us all of
the town security
and legends about
the creature of
obscurity.
Blood drips in to
the murky lake
that keeps us from
falling in to the mud,
my emotions will
soon flood through
the wake of that
mistake from the
feast that I went to
and I am hoping
that the world would
not break for the sake
of those who are awake.
Pitch Black Poesy 
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