Hive Minded XIII

Scattered falsified ashes,

     Ochre flames of hope are the residual damage of a broken complexion of an illness trapped in the unfurling dark corner of the heart, Barely a second no less than half a chance's coming back from beyond the escape of the vale, Life is a plague we're all keen to dispose of... Save those who'll never admit to their willing slavery to avarice the queen of death!

     She breathes the obscene flames of life without regret until all is apparently lost... Death bed toll is a no win scenario derelict facial contortion of a never appearing smile.

In earnest anticipation of,