The CasualA Poem by MistylakeToxic siblings.
Admiring fields of diamond
While the blood dries on the grass, And you ask, ‘Can it be true, that so much time has passed?’ I say nothing, for I have nothing to say. Staring at the war machines of times long gone, My back to the devil, a sadistic sort of fun. A bitter price to pay. We run through deep green, feigning fun, Much in the way we used to, Before the pretence of hopeful eyes Alongside, the hatred of darkened nights. Like false stars, or undead elves. A reality we create for ourselves, That kingdom is gone. Oh, but this evening shall not last so long. I am no butterfly, this is no gleeful eye. Sun and moon, day and night, One burns bright, the other dies alive Oh, to keep a cruel soul high. So mind not I nor mend my eye For I, have little doubt, My beautiful demon, devout. Play in the fields of fire. Desire, desire, Love is our funeral pyre. Following black death, We feed the flame. Mend a heart, mend a life, Mend a head, create a lie. We two are not so uncommon As to spend out time together, as one. What are we worth? The lies we make, or the hearts we take? ‘I remember that tree too!’, best not to, For the branch was not alone as it snapped in two. ‘We’ve been here twenty minutes already.’, you say. I feel it has been a mere century. ‘It’s your turn to walk him on his lead.’ The mask remains on, good boy Ozzy. © 2018 MistylakeAuthor's Note
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