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.
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