An angry death in guilty darkness,
It’s gritty teeth, black,
Bite and tear at the flesh
Of my crimson and sunflower sunset.
Mad men snarl
As the heat cools the green curves within
Sinister lines that confuse my destiny.
Black widows bleed coal.
Fireflies brighten the night.
How can the white light guide
When evil pervades this space?
Florescent Fuscia flutters upon my skin.
As it cascades down my tendrils,
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