I don't post here often but I was inspired by a story I heard today.... Comments appreciated!
( Now that it's winter, )
( Now that it's winter, )
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Fly me to the moon
While I paint these sad pictures with
Guns and eyeliner
And wear my grief like a cloak around me
Something tangible you can breathe
Can touch
I see her there
Impressive wings on her back
And the card of death spinning around her head
Now that it’s winter
We mourn our losses
We sing our dirges
Sucked of color
The world somehow still
SPINS
Somehow still
TURNS
The tower of destruction lies in her palm
But she stills smiles
And laughs
You gave me the greatest gift of all
You listened