Makayla Johnson

There's a place beyond the single frame of mind you know,
a place too dark to ever go,
a place found deep past mask and costume,
a place locked tight in a single room.
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Death's serenade
it's the dark and the rain,
it's the sky and the fallen sun.
It's the splash of a tear
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I can taste it
in the air,
it soars above me
out of grasp.
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Love.
What a brutal thing.
Love...
such an ugly thing.
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No.
How cruel.
No.
How wonderful.
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Sombre streets of flooded yellow,
dim crusted lime, scarlet red like blood,
pavement melted, molded black,
dripping with the silver splash.
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The sunset's blood spills yellow and orange,
The fern's new life within the sporange,
I tread the Earth's path so sweet,
the flowers crumple 'neath my feet.
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The gods told me to look up,
so I looked down.
They never smote me.
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When the world ends
I will not hide
around the bend,
fear by my side.
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What is life?
Fire light,
a question asked,
a layered mask
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Here I am, the gallant knight,
trapped in a room where I cannot fight.
Here I am silent and still,
gazing out the windowsill.
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It's dark.
It's dark and there's trails,
trails I have to follow,
trails made of blood.
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The single light shines brightly
upon the rows of dead.
It glistens oh-so softly
off the bloodstained heads.
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I'm sorry, sir,
but your question is inappropriate,
invalid,
unnecessary.
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It twists and turns and shifts
all around, all around my head.
Flickering dots everywhere
paintings bleeding red.
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Dear Sanity,
I'm sorry you have to leave so abruptly
and I cannot say you will be missed,
but our time together was much too long
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