Faded wallpaper
the floors are squeaking...
floating through an orchestral valley-
the sun glances over the shoulders...
galloping around
on a one armed roulette wheel...
I fear the dark
every time I'm locked within your box...
Ants crawl over fretting
newts that writhe and twist like...
Crayons mixed with cloud formations
dance upon a ceiling of chipped paint...
I dont need you to analyze
the phases of my dying child...
If soared beside a pearly cradled rose
therein a rattling joy; o' stillborn child...
I can’t take much more
All this death at my front door...
It's easy to wound when your pain is on show
Defend with revenge and hurt with what you know...
Depression is silent,
Yet the loudest feeling ever felt...
They say healing is in the forgetting, so I tear...
It doesn’t take much...