The Feast of Gloom


The Feast of Gloom 

Break the moon in half

rip down the stars

dine with me in this

half lit gloom

 

Let’s drink to dejection,

bottoms up,

 

relax in the ambiance

 of hopelessness

 

be entertained by

the Wails of Misery

 

let’s hunt

the creature of Gloom

stalk it

chase it

corner it

kill it

 

Eat up

gorge my friend

GORGE

let the juices of hope

trickle down our cheeks

SWIPE them away

 

slurp up sorrow

ahhh sweet sweet despair

snack on despondency

more

more

MORE

 

for desert

our favorite bits

lick up

Pity Me

have a bite of

Poor Me

gulp down

Why me

Me, Me and Me

 

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