Those Gorgeous Falls (Honey Moon Capitol) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

It's the honey moon capitol? —
More like the suicide escape.
Akin to a dead-end,
Despite being the most gorgeous landscape.
Nirvana, utopia? —The 'honeymoon' stay?
More like a permanent, virulent, life-threatening vacay.

Which provides falls;
Oh, yes,
Falls, for certain.
It's the ballet's tragic ending—
It's those thick, rich, black closing curtains.
The hero dies, instead of winning,
It's like there's never a happy ending.
Except, that there is.

It's the death-trap, total insanity.
A jump, a dive, in complete vanity.
Never the rose.
Not one single petal.
Only sharp, sharp thorns;
And a Grey-Heart-Club suicide medal.

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