Entombed in vat of acrid seasonings,
reveries mutated to vipers
midnight's tongue that licked in caramel salvia
drools hell's sweetener,
droplets crippling in fantasia's carcinogens.
Flowerbed apocrypha plantings
blossom with screaming thorns
brain hemorrhaging of its castle plasma,
its poison flooding the pulse.
Sanguine claret sangria sipped
during respite at elation's coffee house,
becomes pungent vinegar broth
spread as cancer through one's sensory octopus,
who tentacles grope each angst's cyst with fiery vice grips.
Mirror speaks only in emaciated effulgence,
dusk grows lips with tarantula moans
creeping through insides
awaken all the goblins once slain
in sunrise glints of Oz.
Stealth is knife of Camelot's assassins
who rapes the soul and pillage tomorrow's vault,
silence the funeral for Nirvana,
eulogy lived in a morgue
where stench of passion's formaldehyde
causes an malady
where rain always has cynicism's droplets.
Adding your comment:
. This just spits the venom of bitterness. A great take on the picture and prompt.
S.P.~
