The beast

by tom   Jan 23, 2006


The beast bellows
in the dark decrepit corner
where the feeble fly floats humming the
same old tune
it's imagination leads to a diamond encrusted body reeking of the beast
it sips from the cup of internal death
it inhales the fumes of poison
each equally moldy and rotten bit of flesh slowly disappearing

darkness falls upon it's rancid carcass
good night

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