Real Blues by EnderCleansed

Black magic in soot fingers.

Scraping and scraping away.
Death inside my hands I pour unto dead streets and laugh as they consume themselves,
whatever they are.

Can you see it, crimson drips from flower tips and palm trees rotting.
Cut you Cut you Cut you,
I’m bleeding everywhere and I am making you drink it.
I dare you to smile as you consume my pain.
Open doors inside of junkyards.
The smell of soft touches and home illuminate my tipsy tips as I envy the world burning.

Black Feelings

-photo from fantasticmrfox's album cover
#oldart

This is another old poem I've dug up to share with the Steemit
community <3 Hope you enjoyed it!