A/N: I think often of death, so I apologize if it you are appalled. I'm not sure if it is clear (I hope it is but one cannot be too sure). The lilies are corpses.
"Lovely Lilies"
Lovely lilies
Drift away
From the town
The land
And bay
Floating swiftly
Quiet and sure
Calling those with their allure
Lovely lilies
Drift on past
As from sailors lips
Arise a gasp
A scream of horror
A cry of pain
As the lovely lilies
Stay quite vain
Pale as moons
Cold as ice
Faces shocked
As blood delights
Lovely lilies
Float swift and true
Terrifying those
Know they once knew
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All The Words I Couldn't Say
PoetryA book of poetry. Essentially a rant book in poetry form that is for everyone except the person who needs to hear it. I apologize for excessive amounts of depression, this is how I cope with my everyday life.
