Saturday, April 15, 2017

preplanning my funeral

Crimson spray
Sharp is the blade
What can I say
Quitting is my game
Soon my vision blurs
Bleeding the devil’s liqueur
I stare in the cracked mirror
And it laughs back at me 
For now I'll lay down
Into the sewer
Until my time is gone
Until I pass
From this 
Stained palace