Opening a door to find millions of locusts flying, swarming, in tornados..
Clicking and chirping dooms tales so beautifully, not to be affected,
upset only by the worlds maddness, the Earths anger retracting friendships..
All roots have been chopped, now dancing and running like nightmares,
the bloodhounds yelping at the end of time, crokusses purring, lava burning..
Eyes tricked to see those things not real, illusions to fancy and die by,
Darkness revealing true forms, dreams rattling painful memories, guided by magnificense.. Can you see me now, in the rose garden, presenting gifts to those forgotten and left behind..
purplespiral1392553:
Absolutely beautiful. Did you write it?
deathmistress69:
Yes dahrling.. everything I post I have written.. can't help it! Thanks so much, glad you enjoyed it.. mYa