Halls of the Dark Muse

Some more of my twisted humur, and a bit of playing with persepctives

Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice

Sunshine and flowers scare me
they always have
while most linger in their
implied innocence

Beneath they are sly
while silently always
imposing demands
infiltrating everything
with little tendrils

A child's laugh is chilling
they smile wicked smiles
every look straight into their eyes
they are soulless

Every notice how eerie
happy people are
it is unnatural how they see
rainbows and roses everywhere
you want to just shake them awake
before it is too late, for inside
they are all zombies

The color pink is diabolical
stare at it long enough
and it may burst a blood vessel
before you know it you die
from an aneurysm.

Beware of things they tell you are nice
body snatchers linger behind ever
presuming kind face
they seek to drain your souls
the ones who walk in the light.