Fear twisting into knots of
Love melting in the pouring rain.
Lightning writing flashes cross the sky.
An ocean full of dehydration.
Living on the barest ration
of the love we need to stay alive.
The reason why was never ours
Hidden in the manuscripts they sold.
Blazing in the icy fires of hell.
Rational they called it.
And the fools ran out and bought it.
Flashing plastic numbers on a screen.
Depression filling all the
might have been.
Time moving on, in age regressing
all the newborn melodies of soul.
Fear twisting into knots of pain.
The horror stories still remain
best selling artifacts of history.
They never understood
the awesome fear...
? Michaelette ?
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