Title: Your fun
by Damilola from London | in writing, poetry
The eyes that smile,
Secretly filled with hate.
They joke with u while you take the mik.
Their glittery surface is harmless
But deep in the iris they plan'
So when you're in your hospital bed
Don't wonder how you got there
And when they're by your side saying how much they miss you
Don't wonder why the grapes taste funny
Or why the drip is purple when this mourning you saw it was clear
And when your eyelids become heavy with eternal sleep
Don't be tempted to wonder towards the light
You will fall to the pit
It will be too late for prayer or mercy or forgiveness
It is time for your 'fun'
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