Weeping Willow, cry! No more. The wolves will keep you... In good company.
Love me like it hurts It's not right, it's not fair; but -- Your love is my air
Brain babbles nonsense To me, as I drift to sleep I dream in Surreal
Slips right through the cracks. No one notices, or cares. Transcends the mundane.
The storm is patient Pets howl at the silence The lights flicker out...
Falls, relentlessly Blows with such condescension Capricious whimsy
I scream. And Suddenly...
A demon ate my muse
You are a snowflake Jagged edges, crystalline Furtive in my grip.
Smile, sucralose sweet; Assaultingly artificial. Eyes, whispering half truths in the dark. Mouth, filled to the brim; Spilling over with things said and not said. Glare as sharp as knives. Tongue spoiling into venom. Behind that smile, A sugary death awaits.