Halls

Halls of the dead
Hailing me
No tomorrow
As if it ever
Ended
Now
Right now

I'm dead,
Dead as fuck
Living Holy
Proof
No proof
And me
Providing

To a sister Undead
Queen
Roaming halls
And hallways

No, not with a bang
Neither a whisper
Poe,
But just
A poem
Just.

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