The Oblivion Tree

Seed after Seed
lay their roots
burrowing deep
into
wet pink
brain
matter,
finding
shelter
in fields
of morality
sown
with
salt
and
plague.
Only devil
flowers thrive
here,
towering high
escaping the
skull
a macabre tree
grows out
of my
head,
spitting more
seeds
burrowing deep
into the
wet pink
brain
matter
of others
The cycle is
endless
soon we'll all
be consumed
by
monsters
unheard and
unseen.
Perverted roses
will have
never looked
so cherubic.
The undead
will
exchange them
on
Valentine's Day.