"The Pink Lady" - A POEM

‘The Pink lady’

We are held in insanity
Her face glued on by her vanity
Some words k..l others thrill (Choose with care).
At night he listens to his hole head
There the many evils of our worlds
Leaving legend stains upon his brain
It's all ending in texts she's sending
To God. NO REPLY
God doesn't do messages
Except to those beautific beings
Who receive all our blessings.

From within this room
Coffin laughter peels
Wearing his pink day-glow suit
He's in pursuit of fantasy scenes
Drowning in solitary music
Tracks are on repeat
As it's always been
Paralysis in ways living afraid
He wears only sunshine in his shades
It's their latest phase
The long promised end of of all our days

In the blackest creases of self
We are all trying mother
Another day we bend to earth
Still trying mother
Dying for salvation
Which will never come
Nothing changed lover
Same simple ways brother
Seasons still turn
Only the fools that never learn
All our saints and midnight suns will burn

Stan 🙂