Welcome to the spiteful garden
Where no flower ever grows
Only the bitterness
That we have for our foes
I've never been less surprised
With the way your temper rises
Your heart is full of hatred
It's never a dull moment
Both of us can be deemed guilty
We're pretty in sync
At least we have something in common
Skeletons decorate out closet
Draconic backyard
With grass covered in cigars
Puppets dance on strings
Control is entertaining
Impatient clocks madly ticking
If it breaks you to make you
Is it worth the pain?
Not everyone can pull off rage
But you do it fabulously
Poisoned wine glasses
And perfect posture
Straight jackets covered in glitter
You don't have to spell it out for me
It already seems familiar
And so the celebration has begun
Let's call over our enemies
Let's call over our friends
It finally comes down
To what we have to contend
Are the enemies their true selves
Or are the friends just as bad as them?
By now, they're asking for it
They were aware of the bad intentions we had
Whether they love it or hate it
It'll get done in a split second
Oh, how they don't know what's coming
I'm an angry arsonist
Burning down the house of good cheer
If we can't be happy
Then why should they soak
In the blissful atmosphere
I've got the throne
You take the crown
We'll dance in the ballroom
Twirling around them
Hand in hand
As they fall down
YOU ARE READING
Medicine
PoetryCutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings. A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat li...
