Archive for January, 2017

351 Days of Madness

Tripped on a tangle of daisies and molasses

Fell into a deep pit of gravel and molasses

Smiled at the wall and laughed with corpses

Cried a bucket of wine, gave a toast for the masses
The wounds bleed green as the flowers bloom

She rises from a pool of purple doom

Dances with shadows in an open tomb

And stares at the crowd in an empty room
Hearts die as new lives are born

Actions defy words that are sworn

She keeps the daisies and lets the roses mourn

And bids good riddance to her days of scorn


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