Swamp people

Blurred visons smeared across the mdnight sky.
Dark shadows casted with dark matter.
Sickos and psychos move quietly through the unseen. Screams echo beyond the twisted swampgrass. Blades of gory, and fresh blood dripping from the glass.
My hometown roots lye down deep in the hollows. Tar papered shacks and broke down cars.
This is where the serial killers and thieves wish upon shooting stars.