A throne is falling apart
and the royal wine is bitter.
A plastic rainbow above the palace,
stained with carbon black spots all around.
And the queen?
Lies in the shade of a kingdom.
Unseen, unheard, untouched,
and the witches take her place and share her crown.
They won't smother.
Nothing is dead till tomorrow,
where will this inspiration follow?
Colors of red for your horrors,
this night will scare away your falling stars.
Nothing is dead but tomorrow we'll be playing jams in the crypt.
A Half empty glass, and a wishing bone turns to dust.
Mommy never told you that stars are made of tears,
so when you cry it means that none will shine upon you, dear.
And when they do, hinder the moment for it is touched.
Smile, love, cherish your share, for tomorrow dawns another dying day.
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