Garden of No Tomorrows
Petals blooming in the
musk of the moon.
Violet is shining true to
the colour over my liquid
spoon.
Vivid is my addiction.
The is no limit.
My mind does not sing
along with time.
Cravings crawl the
crevices on my skin.
I am burning.
Far too many demons I let
in.
I do not plead for mercy.
I will not beg.
Give me pain.
Tear at my bones.
Rip my flesh.
But be warned.
I will wake immortal on
the slayers land.
I will be the hunter.
Come dark or light.
My hate will not subside.
I do not forget a give.
Souls of the unkind I will
reap.
Holier to be.
I spit my blood to ash on
a fires back.
So go ahead.
Stake my heart.
Heat my memories.
I am the cost.
I am to blame.
My rainbow bleeds my
sorrow.
In and out of the Garden
Of No Tomorrows.
Copyright © Unic Cjonr | Year Posted 2013
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