Flowers for feet

my first thought in the morning
is a plea
for my reality to remain unaltered
and the Heavens to be merciful
once more

I have flowers for feet,
which crush and bleed each time
a horrid mistake
draws near

if only all my sins could be
washed clean
by this sudden summer rain
that conquered me

my bliss resides in black potions
and conjured fantasies,
but misguided magic can only get you
so far

my last thought of the night
is a prayer
for my reality to remain unaltered
and the Heavens to be merciful
once more