Oct 2014
A black flag frees its soul to the wind,
Enslaved to the hearse it precedes.
Colors of an ironic freedom hit the pavement,
Guiding the wheels that lead the wretched home.
No one follows.
No one asks whose parade this is.
No one reads a ******* eulogy.
No one will weep for the silent heart wilting in its flowery dream.
Enslaved to the hearse it precedes.
Colors of an ironic freedom hit the pavement,
Guiding the wheels that lead the wretched home.
No one follows.
No one asks whose parade this is.
No one reads a ******* eulogy.
No one will weep for the silent heart wilting in its flowery dream.
Heartbreak isn't the easiest thing, especially when it sits in a silent place. Never let it fester. Let it out.
