Sleeping Pills

Lilies have dispersed into pixels of tears: Each molecule can now be dissected, like fragrance in spirit; But since, alcohols have been displeasing the desert, Almost like the bit of smoke in the book of history, There has been no endeavor to respite the mortgage; And I know, even the safe-keeps will soon fade; For the roots have been getting thin, thinner with each passing thought, The nights, getting longer, like those odd, crimson wavelengths. I failed to show my best-friend, the meaning of mistrust, Now, I can't make him trust me to do anything anymore; Anyway, the wicked drought of last year will soon retrieve it's spoils, Like the odd, suffocating rains, that burn you, but not make you wet. I wish there were more gardens that thrived on gunpowder, Then, I could've offered some flowers to my poisoned heart; But- There's no need to worry about sleeping pills, anymore: O' Eye! Day seldom gives the sweet opportunity to cry! -Pin Dew (03/05/2017)