Drinking apocalypse tea


Death's stains of sickle lashing pain.
Blood of insanity rain in the garden to grow the deranged fruit of humanity.
Walkthrough the tombstones.
Black roses.
We all die alone.
Bonfires burn the essence of man, growing to the extent of out of hand.
And death my only burden with hell my only curse.

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I wrote this at the end of a bad relationship.