Desolate in its happiness
Yet pervades the world at hand
Perked up in a lemon dress
Lonesome trail through crowded lands
Lonesome trail through crowded lands
Into the murky labyrinthine
Surrounded by some absent friends
The elements of a grand design
The elements of a grand design
That is too grand to be revealed
From up above the heavens nine
Down to the ninth orange peel
Down to the ninth orange peel
Where beats the demon's heart in sync
It rides around on high pink heels
And floats on zeppelins bound to sink
And floats on zeppelins bound to sink
It gathers moss in a vulgar dance
But who can tell what insects drink
When they stop by by happenstance
When they stop by by happenstance
To see it bounded up in chains
Salvation has an even chance
But it can't help falling in pain
3 comments:
Yay! You added a new poem. I like it. It sounds like a song. People should use the word "happenstance" more often, haha.
Hey, thanks. And also congratulations, you're the only regular reader of this blog - apart from me of course :)
Yea it's a poetic word ain't it? This is the first time I've ever used it, it came to me entirely by, well, happenstance. There you go!
Well, you're the only reader of mine, anyway. Haha
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