I switched on my laptop
and what did I find...
She stands in front of the mirror
Her body is oh so thin...
His face is pulled and contorted at odd angles
unnatural smile upon his face...
Melodies this night do justice in their right
to the dreaming beggar of strife turned alight...
She lay like her mother; no tears in her eyes
a thousand little flames around her bed flickered...
He looks through the open window and sees; loss...
He touches the cracked and peeling paint and...
Smoke rises and falls around me like a shroud
inhale, exhale, pause, and repeat...
My crazy little munster
who looks up at me...
My words spoken through their pen
My heart expressed in rhyme...
Save my heart and stop my breath;
slit my wrists and wait for death...
"Dance with me my young one"
Whispered the warm inviting wind...
I'm not writing my thoughts
Just illusioned images...