Beautiful
as the sun falling, dying
flooding the sky with color
of yellow
orange
blood
poison
death
The mind drowns
spinning,
painting all it touches
And one cant help
but smile
as the world goes dark
the white coat falls
from the closet
and buckles keep it
snug and tight
And one cant help
but giggle
it is not wrong
though the doctors disagree
it is not horrid
though the masses cant see
no longer does the mind follow
no longer in the box
outside the box
around the box
it is the box
burning
in a fire to dance
and celebrate
lay a kiss upon the cheek
and love
as the blood spills
as the words no longer
has 'truth'
logic's long fled this place
And though a smile touches lips
the eyes are empty
confused
and the sense has run
returned to the childhood
of understanding
'tis beautiful,
as the sun falling, dying.
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