THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD

xxxi - he was a catastrophe

A/N

some background info: this poem talks of the boy working on his analysis essay assigned in "xxvii - the golden wall." just keep that in mind ;)

also, look out for the message the bolded letters say

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the golden wall

and no one
knew That
sometHing
that glimmered
in the sun
could cause
shadows on
thE other side

he looked down at the title sign
at the stars and monsters between each line
of a story that defined him
a story of storms and bitter wine

"...curls of ivy and wallflowers twisted up the gold wall, their vines hanging down like rusted green hair to meet the salt ocean breeze and the silk lined water lined with silver under the glimmering sky, adorned with silver sequins and the moon's bare face, shining the brightest she had ever shone due to the darkness that wrapped around her like a blanket..."

he Wondered
hOw such a
dangeRous
walL coulD
be so beautiful
on the surface

"...the wall touched the sky, an ethereal dome overhead, surrounding the city, imprisoning the people within. it cast a shadow over the entire city...:

the brIghtest
days have the
darkeSt nights

"...no one had seen the sun for so long..."

his empty heart was now a wasteland
with a past of rock and roll and lampstands
glittering as bright as stars in the night
now remained only decaying sand

his emotions were now in a coma
his feelings a corpse covered in melanoma
his soul had spent centuries of winter nights
with no sun and only odorless aromas

"...on the inside of the wall, the stony surface of the gold looked over the people staring up at it, their eyes straining in the dark to see where the shadow ended..."

that Was the old
him, the one
who lived on
childish hope
and dReamlikE
Colors; but now
he Knew that
thE shadow
never enDed

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like a knife slicing into his mind
the shouts below were always there to remind
him of the chaos in the "family"
that his life was designed
to be a tragedy

so he put "the golden wall" away
put on his earphones
turned the music loud so they filled his bones
drowning out the sounds of the background
with words hurled like stones

listening to lana del rey
belting mournful tunes of heartbreak
each syllable defining the catastrophe around him
but in a more beautiful way

the music sang of washed out walls
and bone shattering falls
for in this world no barriers are golden
and no ivy hang like wings
within devastated halls

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A/N

the title and some concepts in this poem were inspired by -delomania. check out her book of poetry, "catastrophe." her writing gives deep insight into the beauty of imperfection and chaos

THE WORLD IS WRECKED

the world is a tragedy of blood painted fingernails and shredded rose petals on the sidewalk. it has no golden walls caging us in, but washed out walls covered in spikes and rusted nails.

the world is a catastrophe.