A mural staining the wall
Dare walk past, feel its call
it seeps as it drips through your pores,
boring down, down into the soul
Such power rippling, visably vibrating.
turning Gods blessed gift into your own worst curse.
You wisper to the death
"Give me to my casket"
but he giggles and blankens your soul but a little
leaving you soiled.
Such toils, misery wrapped in brilliant blue wrapping paper
as confusing as aromatic deadly vapor.
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