Midnight MADNESS

HE walks slowly

along the engorged path

of midnight madness.

Spilling crude pain

each crippling step

of the way.

With angular eyes

a fertile grim heart and

an infinitely defective

MIND…HE

quietly steals

the innocence of

glossy blossoms

who unknowingly

sprout or roam

HIS gritty black trail…

Forever tarnishing

bushy roots

and buds once pure,

mutilating their body,

their growth,

their essence

and more.

Leaving behind Midnight Madness spores…

Lay

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