Twin Rainbows

Nay be there pots of gold,
but colourless depravities
coated in the malice of twisted fates
lying at the end of our twin rainbows

We were gifted with venomous tongues
to spread the death and destruction
that is the essence of any art
to the blinded masses;

We were walking spines
shivering with fright and delight
at the silence of the mayhem
that our hollow words brought,

and as the cloaks of scarred skin
that we wore over our broken shoulders
were drenched in the blood of our message,
we would herald the downfall of all hope

Because there was never any light
at the end of the tunnel, like you promised,

Instead awaited naught but an epiphany
and an all-consuming dread

that stole our senses and our emotions,
so that the demons inside our bones

could continue to disassemble ourselves
and let us crumble into ashes and works of art

until all that could ever be left of us
are the decaying trees
in the fields of our grief
that we wrote our legacy on,
waiting for our names to be erased.