Red slash
Blue splash
Thoughts clash
Fists crash
A facade maintained
Gutted by fire
Desperation refrained
Poisoned desire
Black ichor
Brown liquor
Silent bicker
Plummet quicker
A mask well worn
An empty face
Her dress is torn
An endless chase
Grey eyes
Purple lies
Invisible ties
Feasting flies
The dead will walk
The skin is fresh
Their teeth can talk
The bones hold flesh
Green mind
Orange rind
Bitter kind
Helpless, blind
I will dig the grave
Doubt will take root
I’m a willing slave
They’re a stubborn shoot
Yellow sand
White brand
Broken hand
Fraying strand
Coded message goes viral
For no one to understand
You cannot predict the mind’s spiral
Its trajectory cannot be planned.
Pink lips
Clear drips
Everything slips
Repeat script
Take the pill
To replace the lost
Pain rallies still
Despite the cost
Colours blend
Shadows ascend
The world bends
This is the end.
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