you lay in blood
surrounded by raging fires of hell
choking on poison
as I danced on your grave
knowing that the day was too beautiful
to contaminate it with your being
lay in gone
Published by madmagpie
Stream of happymess
To live in pretend fame or die in fiery flame. Espresso. Writing. Photography. Rambling. Mostly fiction peppered with occasional bits of reality.
Stream of happymess 