Hymn


Broken hearts litter the linoleum
Bloody streaks made wholly of
Pain and cold, cold fear
Tear crystals strung on the chandelier

On your knees, praying for relief
All you can feel is grief, grief, grief
Mascara smudged eyes
Hoping a stray bullet will bring your demise

Deadened nerves and knife-shaped scars
Red-painted mouths craving cigars
Crumpled leather jackets, tossed to the floor
Drink after drink, pour pour pour

Cobweb-covered, long lost loves
Rotting bones, a pair of doves
A fur coat, wrinkled and torn
A wilted flower crown, still adorned

Gods, faeries and all the mortals
Here’s a hymn for those who aren’t normal

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