An opalescent mist
Hangs in the air
Not quite solid
Not quite fluid
Sending down drops of roses
Plummeting towards the
Two idiots on the ground
Drops drench the earth
Opiate fumes rise to the two
Eager lips drink it in
Along with moonlight
A singular smile crosses their lips
Both oblivious to their surroundings
A shadow darkens her violet eye
And sullies his raven hair
Down to the earth they fall
As crimson screams spray
The pallid moonbeams
They fall to the worms
In the abyss of darkness--
So drunk with love they don't even care.
One of my stupid, angsty teenager poems. Except I was twelve when I wrote it. Love really sucks and it has a nasty way of making my friends forget about me. I plan to become a nun when I grow up.