Fungal caps of red and white
Sweet perfume glides along through night
Decay, Carrion would end the dream
Yet leads to sweet macabre delight
Atop mycelian of Mice and Men
The cat scratch post in a house of hens
Dark dark pits of keys and rot
Will lead beginning to become the end
As corpse lie still in foliage and sealed letters
Eyes closed to not see the sun
Old water turns brown before it turns green
As zero now turns to one
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Childish Menagerie (Poetry)
PoetryAn updating skew of poems I've written. A lot of them were written carelessly, and then when taking a look back I find the meaning in them.
