kissing-misery

Beauty, dear Beauty, Do not desert me, For if I cannot have you, I'd rather just fade, Without you I am, Just bitter and lonely, For nobody can match, The joy you release, A smile, a tear, Dear Beauty you give me, Beauty, dear Beauty, Do not desert me.

The desolated clock, chiming in, Midnight, black night, ringing in, The new day, but still night now, Ding, dong, ding, it dully sings. Figure underneath the old clock, Silver glint, moonlight shines in, Pitch black handle, set deep, flesh, Drip, drop, drip, the crimson sings.

All of this hatred, pain, fear, It's welling up inside, deep, How much longer until I can, Just let go of everything. Sweet girl, Running, Let me chase you, Sweet girl, Goodbye, Run to your new beau. All of this hatred, pain, fear, It's welling up inside, deep, How much longer until I can, Just let go of everything.

Letter, a letter to john, Saying, dear boy, well, It's been fun, but I am, Oh so long gone.

He's trying to kill me, That knife in his hand, Somebody help me, Save me from him. He's a murderer, And he wants to, Slice me apart, Kill me, destroy. He's just another, Little part of me, But he's trying to, Shoot me down.

He sits there, Crying soft, She broke it, His poor heart, The last time. The black gun, In his hand, Sobbing soft, It wont be long. Trigger's pulled, He waits for it, Takes forever, Then, click. Fall down dead, Only at heart, The gun, with, No bullets in, Lays there near, It betrayed him. Just like her.

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, Who is this staring back at me, who, Could this possibly be, I don't recall, Ever being this way, it just isn't me, Looking back into my eyes, those eyes, So cold, two pieces of black coal, dark, I was never this way, I never can be, This just isn't me, it can't be, no, leave! Shattering. Glass. All around. Staring at the pieces on the dirty floor, That just wasn't me, it can't have been, Full length mirror, broken, fallen, split, Paperweight from the desk, thrown, In hopes to destroy what I have become.

We're all to blame, For the state of this, Sorry, sorry world, It was us who were, Treated badly by those, Before us and now, We only wish to pass, It on... Because that's fair, Isn't it?

Ashes to ashes, And what is the cause, The little boy crying, In that black schoolyard. We can scream all we want, Or cry with deep fright, For no one will hear us, On this pitch dark night. Fists can hit harder, Than eyes blink at all, But if we fight back, We'll just further fall. So ashes to ashes, And what is the cause, The little boy crying, In that black schoolyard.

 A little boy far younger than you and I, sitting on his bed adorned with sheets of his favorite super heroes, eagerly looking out the window. Watching the red and orange autumn leaves blowing in the crisp winds, but more importantly watching the sun. There was something special about this sun, it wasn't just special in that it was a tinge more orange than normal. Could it be because it wasn't an overly bright sun? No that's not what it was at all; it was flickering. The sun was flickering as a dying candle light would, and the little boy just stared at it, watching in anticipation as to what this flickering light would bring. Would it simply

She cried as she stumbled down the road. Her tears leaving wet splotches on the dusty ground on which they fell. Her green tank top was dusty and grimey, and her jeans fared little better. Her shoes were worn and didn't help the ache in her feet as she walked down the side of the highway, hoping in her mind that she was going in the right direction. Several cars passed her by, the drivers looking at her in disgust or pity, but none of them stopped. Good. She couldn't handle a horny child molester at the moment. She didn't want to know how she got in this predicament. However, there was no avoiding it. It was her life...her story, how can one