Treasure Island

Graveyard Of Little Muses

(7 march 1988)

And With Gold Words Engraved


This world, that the rest of you adore
is the world, I'd like to see burn
in the bottomless pits of hell
or in the clean streets of heaven,
I'd like to take a rotten tomato
and Bang, in her face to splash,
because this world, that to the rest of you brought love, and wealth
well, to me, but more correct, over me,
it threw the garbage of you all
painting my white heart in black
and a crown, from broken hearts made
upon my weary head it weld,
and with gold words engraved,
words that read:
'YOU SHALL BE MISERABLE,
EVEN IN DEATH'

Submitted: Saturday, February 23, 2013

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