FicWad

We're all just accidents of a breather's breath,
Ripped ragdolls, each with a Glasgow smile,
Painting pictures of poison,
Words preached at us, not to us,
Ebony cylinders shot at the dead of night,
Psychedelic nightmares, suspended by a thread,
The reaper mourns,
Spinning, come one, come all,
Swirling in our acid skies, bathed in cemetery lies,
Viewing the world through bruised eyes with powdered lines,
No hope today,
Drowning in seas of decay,
With dreams of yesterday,
We all float away.