Poetry

Oh, sir, I cannot take it anymore
Laying on the ground with my mind spilled on the floor
Can you make it out the door?
Why am I doing this anymore?

A shadow of shame
Guilt and pain.
Why did this happen to you?

Sorrow and lies
Death and despise.
This is a pretty dark brew.

Lets change it a bit.
Make it a little more...sunlit.

The sun is shining,
Birds are flying.
Yeah, this sounds pretty good.

And then a meteorite lands on the ground.
And there's magic red juice all around.
And there's a party to be found
Meatloaf by the pound.

Then you walk in the room
And find some flowers starting to bloom
And it was weird, flowers don't bloom in a room. Time to meet your doom.
I mean, because, well, unless it's a cartoon.
Then it the flowers can bloom.
But otherwise, this just sucks.

I don't know. I suck at poems. It was probably better with the dark stuff too, wasn't it.
So lets continue
this brew

No. Nevermind.