Together we roam this broken path set before us.

Hand in hand we sing and dance as we trot along.

Sticks and stones are thrown, but we do not sway.

The world is bright colored, but we’re the only ones

who walk around all black, white, grey, and red toned.

Never afraid to be ourselves, we prance along.

While the world adorns masks, we display who we are;

With our witches hats, our black cats, and our poems.

We aren’t that scary but we’re ourselves in every shape and form.

So if you’re weird, scary, or even nice we accept all.

-by Grim Angel


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