Green Plastic Flowers – Twisted Prose

rose covered fields,

hands open over the coffin shut,

we dance to grieve the passing of ourselves,

a kaleidoscope of unknown feelings cascading upon the last,

breathing underwater as the world falls in upon itself,

a gage to read insanity,

a tell to show all,

colours changing like a wave riding the tide,

eyes blind to the waste,

melodramatic innocence ensured we keep living in a world that’s getting so small,

mirrors replacing windows,

doors no longer open,

purity drawn on the label,

a sea of insanity,

as we protest death,

why can’t we see the joke,

that started with our right to be free…

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