Morbid Thought
Morbid, thou bloom, in dark colored flowers
Growing in earth's most hidden bowers
Fed by the darkness of eternal night
Morbid with my expression with darkness unite.
Kept from the eyes of human sight
Morbid thoughts thou possess in silence discreet
Boiling in the dark thou brew dark deceit
Infecting thy stalk and morose lathered leaves.
Thy grief herself laments that her own soul grieves
Tempting myself, but thou darkness deceives
Your own beauty and its dark colored flowers
Growing in my soul's most secret bowers.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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