They say we're all broken inside
Wearing bed sheets over our face is what we do best
Blending into the paradise we created;
A perfect place for puppets with stitched smiles to hold hands onto betrayal
Our hearts are kept in the same cage as the Lion who hungers for our misery
Together, we cower in fear
Like wilted roses waiting for the flood
To wipe out our precious delusions
We plead for the ocean to drown us in our sins
While the Devil waits to burn us in Hell for an eternity.
They said our paradise looked like a city in a war zone
We were all mad inside
Secretly shoving bombs down each others' throats
Watching the blood splatter on our bed sheets that we wear in vain;
Mad, mad, mad, MAD!
We've all gone mad!
Without even realizing it,
We've lost our balance at the tip of the edge
Plunging down the pit of insanity,
And so...
Our paradise came crashing down from the soldiers we created.
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Hydrangea
PoetryApology and gratitude. The act of developing a deeper understanding between two people. Heartfelt and honest emotions. I admire the meaning of this flower. Not only is its beauty captivating, but what she symbolizes has my heart clenching onto her e...
