© Abby Ryan
My skies are filled with dark, black clouds,
And claret pools of lymphatic juice smolders
On the sea shores of lava covered beaches.
The food I eat is as tempting as candy,
But poison is what it will forever be. Poison,
It will send me to my grave.
In the field a rose grows on his ancient grave.
What I long for is pure, sweet, gentle candy:
A reminder that my sky once held clean clouds.
But now the air I breathe is baleful poison.
The blood which is in me rapidly smolders,
For I can no longer remember safe beaches.
I live were shadows hide vibrant breaches
Because they are now only toxic poison.
I need the bitter, sweet smile of candy
To forget those I have sent to the grave.
In my world, flaking ash is now my clouds.
And in the bosom of the mound their liquid smolders.
Blue blood mixed with red, yes, it smolders.
With ever scream my heart turns birr as the clouds.
For my own pleasure I currently drink poison,
And press on into numbness—forgetting dire beaches.
Send me, someone, I beg, send me to my grave
Before i remember the delectable taste of candy
Oh! You doomed lick of forbidden candy,
How dare you deny me my grave!
Let my pestilent corps smolder!
Anyone, drown me in the malefic clouds!
Cast me to the nocent beeches!
Do it for your sakes. Kill me with poison!
Sweet, sweet poison. Ebb through my veins, poison.
Take me to warm, sun shinning beaches.
To a land where there is no grave.
Where only sun bathed rocks smolder.
And where withstands the old, beautiful candy.
Take me to the place of companionate clouds.
Drag me to the calm beaches, roofed with fluffy clouds
I don’t want to witness horrific events like poison to the mind
I long to see the right things smolder. I plead for pure, sweet, real candy.
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