Madman's Scribbles #8

A shorter one, that isn't completely mad. It makes sense actually. Nice.

Unconditional love

Experimental devil

Forgetful wretchedness

Picturesque Armageddon

All this pain and devastation

Is it what you wanted?

But I’ll heal from this hellfire

I will write withered wildflower solitude until I die and revive anew

I feel like a crow drunk on flesh

A royal flush gone murderous

And flock to toxins in our hearts

And we eat our moxie Cocytus

Oceans frozen bottomless

Will bless the breath with Autumn’s lust

And dress the world in deathly black

Insomniac havoc ravaged avenging avalanche cul-de-sac

Hyena dreamer weaving winter pheniox

Non-believers are a passing season

Lobotomized in the tsunami prominence

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.