In Devastation We Weep

In devastation we weep

Onto muted solitary fields

Where pastel flowers grow too deep

And the ink of our sorrow congeals

Snarls in the bedroom

Hiding the underlying lullaby

A beautiful sonnet of our doom

It's the end that we decry

Will your pretty teeth meet my neck

My acrylic blood gracing your tongue

Can we keep the end in check

Or will you taste the songs I've sung

Will we see the vibrant sunrise

Can we stop this emotional coup

Or will we fall in our dreams of demise

And fade like the flowers do