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 © | Year Posted 2013

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