Reality

Blood red roses
and charcoal black thorns
life’s a box of chocolates
filled full of horrors

Anger driven zombies
minds consumed in defeat
eons of turmoil infested in greed

Beautiful, beautiful teardrops
flowing like rain
sharper than the needle of a syringe

Drip, drip puddles
follow, follow pain
murder your friends and your mothers
spare your foes
rip the beating heart from your unborn babie’s chest

Squirm in the worm hole
that leads you to the abyss

die fighting
die trying
die giving up
die living

Blood red roses
and charcoal black thorns
life’s a box of chocolates
filled full of horrors