All alone
With nowhere to go
An avenging nature
Thunder rages outside
All empty inside
Crystals clanging all around
Too eerie, too bright
Won't it ever stop?
Praying for vines to clamp me down
Never stop, never stop
Thorns that prick the earth
Drag it down into flora
Widows make their amends
When life reaches its peak
Black veils that cling to the dirt
Sparkling webs, brighter than blue
A haunted melody, played by death
A laughter found after everything's gone to hell
Raise me up raise me up
Like the devil herself
Tear into my blood
And the world will be as it should
Laugh
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The Ghost of an Echo: A Mad Collection of Mad Poet Poetry
PoetryAn absolutely MAD Collection of Poetry by yours truly. Spiral into outer space and ride rollercoasters of mayhem and wonder. Anxiety is real. It's time we talk about it. New poems every week! #1 in whimsy #4 in fantastical
