there’s something funny about people nowadays
oh how I long for a renaissance
do you remember the days when art was beautiful?
and we never heard of butterflies devouring flesh
we worshiped fickle gods with funny names
and courted beautiful women
we knew the sound of death at a young age
(but I suppose that part hasn’t really changed)
men sang of young maids
surrounded by flowers
never mentioning those soft
but sharp butterfly kisses
sweet roses around each neck
to mask the stench of death
oh how I long for a renaissance
of men?
of art?
of love?
of suffering?
of life?
ah-
fuck it
for now I guess I’ll just finish my whiskey
and dream of the days of warm mead
and maidens with flowers in their hair
(butterflies in tow)
Horror Sleaze Trash 