DARK MATTERS: DECAY by Moriah M. Mylod

I like to think of my worries as such: A decaying tree that lays in the entrance of a walking path Where it vanishes at the edge and stings like a thorn bush stab From the Sycamore that rests here on the brim Between the feminine Ted Bundy and the reincarnated Hitler If it weren’t that fucked up now… Wait… See… Where the wars of Evil vs. Evil Drop into its own pits of Tyranny Mixed Media by MMM Continue reading DARK MATTERS: DECAY by Moriah M. Mylod