Flickering lights illuminate the darkness in my head.
Today, it will not stop raining.
Only the grotesque gardens
Will be quenched from the acidic drops.
Drink from the poisonous puddles.
Only the innocent reside in the ashes.
The wind will blow the dry leaves
As they crumble under your feet:
A reminder that life does not last forever.
A life of decay is not a life to live.
Those who decay in the garden of the grotesque will suffer.
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