A Darker Shade

A Darker Poem

A Skyscraper stands alone in the desert,
by the edge of a cliff over rough terrain.
Darkness appears in a cloudless sky,
and the smell of rotting sifts through the air.

Russian Roulette is played in the basement.
Satanic steps echo from the halls.
Alcohol pours and suspicions forgotten,
as puddles of red seep into the cracks.