DARK DESIRE
- Dark Poets Club

- Sep 30
- 1 min read
By Debarati Bhattacharyya

Transformed from skin to skeleton
They hound the dreams of the colourful city
Their screams race into the violet dawn with deadly velocity.
They are our dark desires chained to our throat and heart.
The dead step out of their grave
Holding the city’s skull, painted with crimson blood.



