She sought her ciggies
In her dressing gown of glory
She lit up
And said
'you alright?'

The chest of secrets.
Treasure's untold.
Beholden to the maker,
Corseted and peeking.

The despair,
The debilitating despair.
The overarching doom,
Because you know its coming.
The Attack.

I knelt on my tip toes
For a higher perspective
Of the same small ****.

Open your palms
Up to the sky
Hope that it comes.

Put them in water
Trailing away
Not you, today

Watch your way out
Wash away.

I saw your smile on Sunday,
It's madness when your here
But you're never too far
Within grasping reach.
You and your insanity.
Warm when its near.
Wrapping and enveloping.
Blanketed in the madness.

I know you never asked for this,
Such a child.
Pathetic and alone.
But it came,
The help you dreamed of
The sorcery you imagined.
She comes,
The witch in the wine
The witch in the shadows.
She comes.
You need not ask no more.