Lynching a Blue Rose

I’m in the mush, in the creamed corn

I used to float like a log

They cut me down, but I’m still trapped

More than ever before

There’s a gash in the side of her red dress

Hem is an awful mess

With happy feet they move

But skeletons don’t dance here

Cause a man from another place

Is stirring the soup

These pentacles have tentacles

That water a rotting root

But fire’s not all bad

If your twin flame walks with you

And he’s waiting

And she’s waiting

On the other side

Immobile and free

I’m on a never-ending quest

For the impossible, I guess

Still I wait for the alloy to break

The dye to fade

Before I reach for the white paint

I’m in the mush, in the creamed corn

I used to float like a log

They cut me down, but I’m still trapped

More than ever before


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