Blossoming Blood Stains

Blossoming blood stains flower the streets
As a chalk outline becomes the stem
Roots guiding down to the gates of hell
Where as lemmings we follow and descend.
Casualties aren’t that casual
But rather a formal affair
As we’re dressed in all of our Sunday’s best
For spectators to gawk and stare.
What has the world become today?
The future’s not what we had in mind.
Nothing ever is quite as it seems.
So instead of looking, stab my eyes blind.
This abomination of some great creation
Is too much for my soul to bear
Spare me some happiness, let me live in bliss
My imagination can take me there.