Bellflower Ruins
it's a melancholic scene,
the choir lined up in a ring,
they sing in sync,
a melodious hymn
Who was the real masked reaper
before they turned into the grim?
living in a euphoric world
with a family of nymphs
cropped their plants as usual
and went with bubblegum life
barely chewing by the bits
before they began to take off
heads using a gardening scythe
they stopped cutting off bellflowers
with a regular switchblade knife
they’re the only sign of hope
that’s left in these deserted ruins,
an abandoned away cemetery,
lay the bones of a million humans
it could be made into a wonderland
if only we’d paint the roses,
if we were honest with each other instead
of ignoring the truth under our noses
the moon is gone, but there’s
two burning hot suns
there has to be more in existence,
we selflessly cannot be the only ones
- Leah Rae