The demons tower tall their minions they drive the streets the food is poisonous the words senseless the minds useless use less, no? Craving, greedy, hungry souls they wander ruthless, fruitless. The air impossible to breathe happiness impossible to feel it's a terrible ordeal will we ever, ever really heal?
© Utsa Seth, 2018
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