Green garden
Flower of mine
Blooms in my torment
Wilting in my joy
Drinking my tears
My Delightful pool of sadness
Makeup at midnight
Mascara claws at your sickly sweet cheeks
Blood red lipstick dances down your chin
Sobs , a choir of tortured voices
They weep for their queen
They scrape at their tears, gouging out their eyes
No luck
They still cry
They cry crystal tears
They blink with blind eyes
Eyelashes a blur of black hairs
When people see them
The loyal subjects
They scream
So loud that the subjects lose their hearing
And wail louder
They crawl towards the people
Untouched by their majesty
They pull them into the pit
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒚'𝒂𝒍𝒍
