The purple I see

Warning: Distressed situations. Aghast.

Dedicated to: Junei Nguyen

 

Mauve mists began to mantle our land.

Time to shed the masquerade, sham cachet and old shibboleths.

Time to be desolated when the last hope faded.

Time to howl and yowl when the first wind soughed.

Chanted the sepulchral mantra sans sanity.

Sadness swiftly drowned in madness.

Not an ounce of love to be roused or found.

Smashed the last dash of decency and wept with me. Our cry of grief rose to a crescendo. Our limbs tangled up like trees in a tornado.

Let they swathe in our blood and wither in disgust.

Let they munch on our flesh and be infected with parasites.

~ by Amosy on November 15, 2011.