Spirits that are always willing

Spirits that are always willing
to clean up for the killing,
of the souls of the young,
with us monsters, among
you.

We can't always see
what we want to be
when we murder
when we kill her.
True.

As the spirits that are,
witness us from afar.
Down below, up above.
Kill the heart. Kill the love.
You.

poem by Kit Strait
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The light is fading.

The light is fading.
The dark is come.
The white horse is turning brown.

Illusions of happiness
are turning to stone.
Sadness is happiness blown
to pieces.

Fallen love is love
broken hearts mend,
but happiness never can be
found again.

Illusions of happiness,
Nevermore found to be
the real thing.
As you shall see.

poem by Kit Strait
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