Two lone figures huddled
Over a dark mound
On the dank, cold floor
Of the sepulchre.
Crunching of bones and the
Stench of death
Broken only by the occassional
Intronsigent struggle, growl, yelp
And the soft, sadistic murmur of
"Mine..."
Torn intugements swallowed by the
Scheme of poverty and wealth.
Common reason lost in an
Inundation of blood.
Two lone figures huddled
Over a dark mound
On the dank, cold floor
Of the sepulchre.
A snapping of teeth, a growl,
A crash and the steady flow of blood.
One lone figure huddled
Over two dark mounds
On the dank, cold floor
Of the sepulchre.
Crunching of bones and the
Stench of death
Broken only by the occassional
Soft, sadistic murmur of
"Mine..."
