Death Sits Pretty On His Lips

He sits forlorn

In painted rooms

That reek of rotting vermin

Sickly sweet

And tangy rose

Ballooning from within them

Lovers leave

And fathers bleed

Mothers cry forgotten sons

One last complaint

One kiss forgot

Dead eyes of Devil’s fortune

 

– © Axel Howerton

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