a little drunk
thought was a skunk
it was the blood
indulgence induced
cunning blinded in foggy fumes
it was the blood
filled of aged vicious gossip
maliciously crushed rumours
fermenting in hearts
bubbling illusions captured
secured, screwed in
in inescapable
corks
a little drunk
Once was also he had a trunk
it was the blood
emptied vessels bears witness
of a floating corpse
of a heart
it was the blood
dried murky stalling unto dust
tears persecuted of unending guilt
if not all how much less of more
Endless spin chained onto L E D lighted ghoulish contraptions
a blaring glaring merry go round sound
unceasingly delightful
almost not unlike a like
a little drunk
it was the blood
it was our blood
~third_eye @SHaYAP©
Source: a little drunk
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