Poem 81( Screamville )

I’m in a writers craze
I’m a spike lees school daze
A Delusional mind
 
I’m pulling characters out of my cortex it’s like raw sex I’m spreading these characters through out the town like the
Coronavirus
No cure for the writers pandemic!

Medieval times
All of my ninjas turned into knights  
 
 
In Screamville  
Everything is bloody and every line rhymes
Everything reeks  
And everyone dies
Everyday is night
So the clock always rewinds counterclockwise
 
All of the knights fight
And all of their wives are hunted after twilight  
All of the rich are snobs
All of the poor robs and hops into their burrows
Groups of hoppers hide in a warren  
Nothing to do
bucks hop on the doe
virgin virgos  
 
The king is coming and he’s looking to butcher heads  
And throw the dead into the fire  
 
The barren are the slow  
But wise enough to conspire a trap
For the siyah  
To save himself first friends are pawned as enemies
Vampires bite sinfully  
Remember everyday is always night
Everyone in screamville must fight for dear life
Bodies are dropping like raindrops on these streets
Bloody water  
No holy feet
Everyone is a Gemini  
twin faces be careful who you eat
Once again
Food is scarce
The coyotes and wolves are coming  
It’s mating time and they too are (unfilled)
Even the ugliest souls look (delicious enough to kill)
 
My knights turned  
Deceitful people
Into demons
They were false priests
And now the widows scream  
Joseph came to tell you because he is the dreamer  
But in screamville all lips are shut  
Their mind is screaming
Everyone is scared of the grime reaper  
But they fail to realize they’re digging themselves Deeper into the burrows
Closer to the demons keeper