Dark Poetry ~ The Valley of Rot & Plague

A valley of rot and plague,
makes me hold my breath,
till light headed visions drain.

Eyes dead. Their words.
Transmissions garbled.

Rot and decay bring,
clean bright death.

Falling into a creeping light.

Must run!

Communicable mediocrity.
Their rot!
Their filth!

Look in to hallow eyes.
See empty shells!

Run from the plague!