Cling On.

The purple of violets sprung from sorrow,
those few pearls that well in your throat,
a misty coldness that seeps to bone marrow,
a scream is one picturesque ripped out note,

skin that crawls behind a blank mask,
eyes as hollow and glossy as a pitiless lake,
pained blood spilt into a gemmed cask,
the sickness inside a tale lashing snake,

pain a pitiless beat of a drums roaring,
oh how sore your throbbing ears must be?
But life is a noxious test Satan is scoring,
hope is a sapphire moon lost to sea,

how it takes every ounce of will power,
to keep those tears from spilling like ink,
all your weaknesses to heinously devour,
thickly your drowning heart will sink,

but cling onto those things that twitch lips,
don't ponder over the twist in the horror story,
even if you can only see a thin, glowing eclipse,
rummage contently through your inventory,

let music and chums wash your head through,
let the sparkling water meander aimlessly,
let the sun break clouds after the storms cue,
and smile oh so delightfully and shamelessly.