CAMELOT FANTASIES

The knives that have plunged deep
Both front and back
On the premise of love and kindness
In truth destruction and demise
Of the evolution of its end
Grey are the skies
The suns rays still make an impact
Far from the ability to stand the glare
Through the veil of the clouds
The blood keeps dripping
Like a faulty faucet
That no matter how hard you tighten the knob
The constancy of the dripping continues
Drip, drip, plop
We die a slow death
Heart skips many a beat
Body weakens
Death rattle beckons the end is near
The letting of blood
Where we staggered and suffered for years
To make it happen
Fight one more day
Fight the fight
The relief that happens within
When surrender dissolves all of the angst
Watching the bleed seep in every crevice
And one silent tear escapes the eye
That has lost its light

~Divine