Snow globe cracks,
Perfect little life, hemorrhages
Glitter shimmer.  Congealed clot.
Desolation in a quiet bubble.
Left behind.

Colour on canvas with the Crimson crayon.
Pure art, the world is stained red.
Frame it. Murderous masterpiece.

Slip into
Our hopeless lives
It's true
The hearth is warm
In our silly lies.

Seek shadows,
Break the voices.
Seeing crazy lies,
Holding nothingness.

Cry hard when the raindrops shine
The shy marble kiss when the world crashes down.
Quarry of questions.
Granite truth.
Rivers flow in no direction.

So many eyes pass by
They all look but never see.
I ponder to myself
with my eyes closed.

Here I am
Drowning in this familiar dirt puddle.
That stretches for miles.
The rubber ring bobs by
Leaving it's crystal temptation trail
It's life saving trail.
And so I grab it
And float
For a while longer.