The scarecrow sits marking on his ledger.
The grass is pockmarked by his grease-filled tear.
He recalls a moment of time long gone.

I want to pet the rabbits George.
I want to hold them in my arms.
I want to feel the warmth inside.
I want to feel their love in turn.

Six years survived, six years solace.
Six mistakes made by the sunset.
Sixteen years spent. Six siblings by my side.
So it goes, so it goes.

I can feel your weary muscles beneath my skin.
I can taste your everlasting heartbeat.
Wrapped up with a bow amongst my sin.
Your mother would be proud.
Your father would offer a Cheshire's grin.

Alone, written with charcoal and sweat.
Glance into a foil-wrapped mind.
I know it, your eyes grow wet.
You slice voraciously into your flesh.
We shall find the root, until you forget.

Show a dove your hat trick’s hand-shake.
Wrap your qualms tightly with a bow.
Pierce the heart with your lover’s stake.
Eternally put on the show.

Whisper to your hard heart’s content.
Love the mother, and love yourself.
Take a dip, embrace the warm scent.
Enjoy, evolve, enchant, love itself.

Untouched, untarnished, alone with your thoughts.
Symmetrical whispers tickle your ear.
"Tell me, what makes you the way that you are?"
"Tell me, do you mean anything at all?"
You're in agony when the clock strikes twelve.

You cannot remember how you came here.
You see your face reflected off the wall.
And yet, is it you? Perhaps, perhaps not.
A dangerous cold aches into the walls.
You look to your left, the wallpaper peels.
You look to your right, and are licked with flame.

You're wrapped up in the billows of it all.
You taste the chocolate pouring from the mug.
You hide from the stares, peering through the glass.
The covers a fortress around your face.
The air grows stale, then warm, then sweltering.
You whip it away and embrace the ink.

A smokestack tethered upon my greased brow.
Your hands mangled, twisted, curved into claws.
Ripping and tearing at the dollhouse seams.
A spark in the eye, a leap across time.
Offer a charm, offer your heart or mine.
Or don't, and cast aside this petty rhyme.

Scream my name into the chapel's old walls.
Grow this rosebush, let it bloom forevermore.
Do not hide the whispers, do not hide the blood.
Wear it upon your sleeve, cherish its warmth.
Do not throw the sunbeam into the mud.

If you are reading this, come say hello.
ask about the weather, ask about the day.
A smile, a wave, static-filled ramblings.
A chat over coffee, a smoke for the road.
Just tip your hat, shake my hand, have a seat.
Or don't, and I'll write this, bitter and alone.