_Chaos (experiment)_

(A/N: This is really just some interesting lines I came up with that I might use in future poems. It doesn't sound quite right all together cos it's kind of an experiment.)

After death,

Ammunition fades,

The battery glows in the sunset.

The blade and the blood,

The bluebird hiding beneath the bomb.

Charred remains of harsh phantoms,

Ghosts hide in the Plastic City.

Venom of vanilla scent spreads throughout your veins,

The demon inside you is laughing.

Romance is rejected,

And hides in the morgue.