Red Death

I hum from a life of dissatisfaction
Low and quiet
Keening to myself
For no one cares to hear
And no one cares to help.
Beaten down by
The whitewash
And the sugarcoating
That always fail to cover
The true abscess and rot
From within the system.
Decay continues when
It is given a back to hide behind
Popping out its infected
Boil-covered visage
To steal control
Where it should not even be allowed.
I have not forgotten that
Even amongst the smug revelers,
The Red Death held dominion over all.
That time will come to pass
And the blind puppets
Who handed the keys to the mummer
Will flee as rats from a sinking ship,
As the stalwart fall dead,
Oozing unforgiving scarlet drops
From every ravaged pore
And orifice.



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