monument
now upon the faded ground there lies
one more feather

I feel rosy
I am pink
With a splash of blue
My eyes are rhubarb
Dotted with iris
My dreams have been bottled
to be released on the moon
Shot through with lilac
With purple hue
My streams lay cold
brazen and brown
The love has grown old
worn down.
Moons have passed and gone by
and the tears I shed for you
are bone dry.

The darkness that appears as a
dungeon in my mind,
It’s really just the hallways,
where the demons freely roam.

Looking to disturb a perfectly good day.
But as is always the case,
They must play alone,
Since they bore me with their dark world.