The grim slick petals of a fresh black rose.
Darkness within covered with a dauntless purple...
~ The Looking Glass ~
An observation of the following painting...
As it pushes me to the ground,
My every all riots...
( this is a poem i wrote strictly from the heart...
Sometimes I shout at God...
Rest in Winter's dark,
it's a long way 'til morning...
It's a fine line that I'm travelling today,
Lord help me make it through...
Shield me with all twisted moments,
lets drink blood from the silver chalices...
Their quick cheap laughs deserve no spade
Their shallow graves of lowest grade...
You scream for him to stop,
but he wont...
It is often said that mankind thrives on light
That hope is the food that fuels the soul to fight...
If you are drowning in your laughter,
take time to stop and rewind sane...
One pedal falls
To the ground...