Death March.

Way to the hospital, way to the morgue,

She knew them both by heart,

A flick to the left, a flick to the right,

And she wouldโ€™ve done her part.

Both had been traced innumerable times

On wrists already marked;

A scar each, for the demons

She failed to keep in dark.

What stops her yet she does not know,

But the hounds have begun to bark,

Her weakened heart beats a death march

And the headless carriage draws near, now hark!

Image credits: Unknown.



18 thoughts on “Death March.”

  1. Hi there ๐Ÿ™‚ I’ve stumbled across your blog via Niki’s Simple Life, and I really like what I see so far!
    I really like this poem, it deliciously dark and sent a shiver up my spine. Well done, I’m looking forward to reading more of your work ๐Ÿ™‚

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