By Choice Astray

by vermismeridiem

The clockworks of the underworld

Are easy to know—

 

Fuel all doubts with

Adrenaline and ecstasy,

Place an elusive smirk

Across the cheeks,

And be prepared to do anything—

 

Beneath its apparent safety,

There lies the devil

Of doggy dog

Full of animal instincts;

 

Play nonchalant,

Relax the shoulders,

And enjoy the circus.

 

But keep your eyes

Peeled;

Ready two-plus ways out

Lest it begins to prowl.

.

.

.

The cheap tricks;

The toxified glee;

Milieus of afraid and dangerous

Deadbeats.

 

You know your ways around it,

Have seen the poor bastards

Who were forced to bleed.

 

You were never one of them,

But never were you

One among the survival creatures

Of the suicidal, daily Races.

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