AND THOSE FLOWERS

Surfacing and undenied
Black aching pit
And a whole shitload supplied
 
Where feeling becomes plight
As does solitary
And the fucked up insight
 
Wallowing enormous vacuum
Solar inebriation
And those flowers all bloom
 
A creature looms inside
That disgusting mind
Where is the meaning to hide
What is it you hope to find
 
Sullen and fatigue
As lost as night
Without any fucking intrigue
 
Broken dust flying
Pity shallow will
And a shitload of crying
 
Glow burnt dry
Glossed over
And those flowers grow high
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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