Tainted Tribe

By:  The Vampire Sweets


Walking in unison
each form different from the next.
Full of loathing, sex, rebellion, and irreverence.
Here come the clouds
swirling around them
crying black tears
they talk about all of the unacceptables
the lives of hookers,
sinners, druggies, and
sacrificial artists.
You can hear the rough
end of their tune
as they bounce
toward you
Visions reported, and marked
the lives of total mysteries
they lay in lonely beds, and
hum unforgiven
songs that no one
ever learned to play
so close to everyone
but no one really knows them
they don't see what
the rest of the world sees