Light bleeds from my eyeballs
Dark seeds in the backyard
Thorns threaten to choke
Mind blind from wasted time.
Death flees from my side
Life threatens more time
Someone help what’s broken
Mend what can’t be touched.
Snow falls in a circle
Winds spins in a spiral
I’m descending upwards
Trudging downwards still.
Black lungs with black heart
Violin strings cut short
Guitars play sardonically
The grand pianos was torched.
Nothing is what it seems
Everything shall be revealed
All rot is six feet above ground
Blood screams from the trees.
Peace for all those bad
Love for no one good
The end begins inside
The beginning ends tonight.
R.P.D. Sanders
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