Pushing up daisies

We are but playing 

At this

Game 

Some of you 

Call 

Life

This idea 

Of living 

A song in the stream 

A wink at the 

Rainbow 

Is so far removed

It may as well be 

An accidental 

Painting 

But it is

Not 

This is it

The colours 

Of light 

Painted 

Across the sky 

This is not a dream 

 

One day you 

WON’T

Wake up 

And if you can’t 

Smell

The flowers

And the dust 

And the bones 

Hell

You aren’t alive

Anyway 

What are you 

Waiting

For 

The spark 

The dark

Some other 

Fucker 

To do it for you 

Come close 

Lend me your ear

That sunshine

Is free 

And it smells 

Just right

Like a frosty morning

With your breath 

Framing 

That peach 

Coloured 

Sky

 

So tell me one thing 

What is it 

You’re waiting for 

Because if this isn’t it 

The daisies will get you 

Before 

The light 

Ever will 

◄ Pieces of 8

The Lamb ►

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