Sunday, 24 April 2016

Black Thoughts

Stealthily, the good slither away
The disgusting fill the vacuum
Hissing, growling, lurking
In those dark recesses.
The cob webs of pain trap them
As the monstrous spider
Approaches from the darkness.
Slowly, it devours each of them
Turning gluttonous and dangerous.
More get drawn into the vacuum
Millions and billions of them.
Each time, they get darker
And the spider gets larger.

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