Maybe I ShouldI remember what you said.Everything about wanting me dead.I do no understandHow this you can demand:Useless. Futile. Weak.Death you should seek!I remember what you said.Every mean thing floats in my head.All of that cruel jestYou were the best.Creature and demon.Filth can't be human!Me they tormentJust to vent.All I can even think to say:I never asked to be this way.Sorry.
PostpartumRock-a-bye baby, in the treetopSweetest little thing you are, my dear. A treasure for all I do see. Your cry for all to hear is an angel chorus sent down from heaven afar. You, my wee babe, are the apple of all our eyes. When the wind blows, the cradle will rockCry, cry, cry, cry. That's all I hear anymore. Day or night, night or day, just crying. "Wah, wah, wah, waaaaaaaaaah!" No peace. No silence. Nothing but that incessant wailing. The same broken part of a recording playing over and over and over and over and over and over and over. When the bough breaks, the cradle will fallStop, stop, stop, stop, STOP! Enough already! I cannot take it any more! Just shut up! Shut up will you! For once in you puny existence BE QUIET! You annoying, never-ending little puke!
DeadSmile.Huh? Why?I want you.Dun wanna ta now.But why on earth not?Cuz I just dun wanna.Come on! You just need to smile!Why should I? Becuz You wan me?Yeah! It will be wonderful!Dun ya see me dead eyes?Ummmm. . .yeah, but so what?Kin'ly Fuck offNope! Never!Just leave!Smile.
SuicideJack and JillFriends for life. That she had been promised. Together forever. Two halves to the same whole. He always said that. He called her his one and only, his life blood. Went up the hillThey would do everything together. Every last adventure, every last expedition, every last hardship, they would do together. To fetch a pail of water,He started pulling away, leaving her to do things alone. She didn't know why. If she was honest with herself? It hurt. It hurt a whole hell of a lot. She would never show it though. Not to anyone. Jack fell downGone. Just like that. One day there. The next - gone. . . The ultimate disappearing act. The crimson liquid had painted the wall, quite poorly too. It splattered and laid uneven upon the old covering. She had gone over and started to even the blood with her hands in a daze. That's how they found her. Painting the wall with his blood. Him on the ground
BeautifulHere I look to the mirror.My reflection stares back,A face of the inferior.A distinctive lack.A forehead a bit tallMouth a little wideScars from a maulA face to hideA bust called fakeGirth a little wideA poorly healed breakA body to hide.A mean thing or two saidTo protect I liedTo kind of judgement in headA soul to hideNo. Let me sayWhat I do seeBe that what it may.The truth of you by me:Nose of perfect youEyes of shining lightThe marks of a story tooYou are a pretty sight.Let everyone harkYou a far healthier weightA story in every markPerfect by fateA soul too kindTake a chanceI don't mindBeauty only enhancedPlease do not hideA person to desireJust time to bideAny say different? A liar.
Friends?In a single momentNothing remains the same.Gone is contentment.Your soul - maimed.The pause resumes.Nothing changed,Or so you presume.Not so strange.Days, weeks pass.Pleasantries back and forthCompletely, shockingly, no sass.Changes thenceforth.The first to go?Quiet and shy.We're different. So?Forever to me tied.
Blood MoonAssassins travel in the dark of night.The danger lurks in the woods with the pack.With gold rimmed irises, she gazes.Capturing her prey in her sights.The wolves' howl cuts the night.The pale moon's rays shine downcasting dark shadows.The hunt is on.In a strikeGushingBlood.
WarningBe fastBe swiftNone want to be caughtNone want to be trappedMake haste dear oneFlee the marked lands.Flee before they find you.Leave. Now!