David Bilsborrow and Cheryl Bilsborrow

Tuesday, 9 June 2020

In The Middle Of The Rainbow There Is No Gold

We met in the middle of the rainbow.
The colour was drained from your heart
Then the beat began and lightening struck,
as the music rocked and the disease crawled.

Be dammed into damnation by the infliction
and the cancer that devours.
Chocked by possession, hungry for love,
trapped by conspiracy and guilt from above.

Ice is melting in you veins.
As the atmosphere grows cold and
blood is drained, you constrain happiness,
live in fear, trust not a soul but keep your mind clear.

Bored by existence, you can't walk the right path,
sinking further into a cesspit of despair.
Alone and devoured in a world without care.
Will anybody miss you, when you're no longer there 

Your final downbeat breath is shallow
With no food to feed your mood,
One more quiet retreating heart beat
As your mission does conclude. 

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