Nocturne Reverie

Flowers drawn in blood and ink, littering the floor like sand. Window lit with summer moon, showing my failures and faults. I smear my flowers across the linoleum with stained hand, withered from the pale light. I have seen the maelstroms, thick with alcohol lightning. I know the skies, with their archipelagos of stars. It has all brought sweet madness, violet and lilac rainbows. Lifting my dreamy eyes towards the ceiling, I surrender to the tempest I only imagined.