One Last Midnight
Taste Of Ash
Medi psychotic
sacred dreams in the dark
Spiritually hypnotic
igniting a spark
Dreadfully chaotic
when involving the heart
Mixed with gin and tonic
is when the trouble all starts
Wounds far from fatal
still leaving a gash
The hand rocks the cradle
with a mouth full of ash
Stirred with a ladle
hoping no-one will ask
Discharged and disabled
still expecting the cash
Tied tightly to the table
with the windows all smashed
Falling for the fable
while the stones are all cast
If you're willing and able
better run away fast
For the author's unstable
with a heart made of glass
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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