the martyrs
path of screams.
++++++++++++
today was not an
option.
he woke up and
cursed
the sleeping
ONE.
ONE.
wishing for an
ink-pen coffin.
(to conceal life's
raging sun.)
+++
beauty is in the
backroom..
where a corpse
(called love)
still sweetly smiles.
but her laughter
still
penetrates
the gloom.
(as do most
inherently evil
guiles.)
+++
why bother
with
dreams?
(the nightmare
in him tends to
question.)
or walk a
martyrs
path of
screams?!
(if all deeds
lead us in the
same direction.)
+++
because
the day
is
not an
option..
it is a
Carnival
of Good
and
Evil Voices..
with each
soul an ink-pen
writing
Coffins..!!
or..
eternity.
(depending
on Our
Choices.)
j.s.h.
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