Poem: Paradise

Tears rolling down the face
of the desperate, the erased.
They’re trapped in boxes of themselves,
their minds are tucked away in shelves
of flesh and bones, and rotten hearts,
where nothing ends and nightmares start.

In desperate times, each all goes down
combining with the dusted frown
and placing bets to those who grieve
the undead, the despaired, and leave
to lands of the forgotten world and
worlds they’ve found, covered in sand.

As darkness dawns and night arises,
evil fades into the black.
It seems all gone, but to be sure,
the blood, their eyes, glow in the dark.
What you will see, soon after daybreak,
the wolves will stay, still, howl, and bark.