Hush, lullay.

Your treasures all

Encrust with rust,

Your trinket pleasures fall

        To dust.



Beneath the sapphire arch,

Upon the grassy floor,

Is nothing more

        To hold,

And play is over-old.

Your eyes

        In sleepy fever gleam,

Their lids droop

        To their dream.

You wander late alone,

The flesh frets on the bone,

Your love fails in your breast,

Here is the pillow.

Rest.

When out of a clear sky, the bright

Sky over Japan, they tumbled the

death of light,

For a moment, it's said, there was

brilliance sword-sharp,

A dazzle of white, and then dark.

Into the cavernous blackness, as

home to hell,

Agonies crowded; and high above

in the swell

Of the gentle tide of the sky, lucid

and fair,

Men floated serenely as angels

disporting there.

Shooting The Breeze

I saw what I couldn't see,
a man and his killing spree.
I smelt what I couldn't smell,
but I was sworn never to tell.
I felt what I couldn't touch,
strip clubs are all too much.
I was lost and couldn't be found,
but yet I was always around.
Just lurking in the shadows,
darkened was all the windows.
Conspiracy theories cloud my vision,
it was a head on head major collision.
Tough learning the game of life,
can't leave the house without a gun or knife.
Cigarette smoke fills the room,
my dead body needs an exhume.
Life filled with ups and downs,
lived in many cities and towns.
All living things will someday die,
all people will sometimes lie.
Stress has taken everyone over,
no such thing as a four leaf clover.
So I just grin and bare it,
tired of peoples senseless ****.
Overall life isn't all that bad,
depression is just a lonely fad.
I saw what I couldn't see,
a man and his killing spree.
I smelt what I couldn't smell,
but I was sworn never to tell.
I felt what I couldn't touch,
strip clubs are all too much.
I was lost and couldn't be found,
but yet I was always around.
Just lurking in the shadows,
darkened was all the windows.
Conspiracy theories cloud my vision,
it was a head on head major collision.
Tough learning the game of life,
can't leave the house without a gun or knife.
Cigarette smoke fills the room,
my dead body needs an exhume.
Life filled with ups and downs,
lived in many cities and towns.
All living things will someday die,
all people will sometimes lie.
Stress has taken everyone over,
no such thing as a four leaf clover.
So I just grin and bare it,
tired of peoples senseless ****.
Overall life isn't all that bad,
depression is just a lonely fad.

-Year fifteen.

Normal girl, tall and slender. Bright eyes and developing body.
But her hands, oh... Her hands were sculpted by something else. Beautiful bones,
Long, pink nails and the skin on her palm smoother than silk.
The veins show a dull peppermint on her snowy skin.
Her thin wrist and delicate movements.

She cracks her knuckles so her sharp joints will show more.

-Year twenty three.

The life she lived previous was pressured by the pollution in the air. ****,
Drugs, and alcohol. She slouches and shivers on a warm summer day,
Huddled in a corner of her house.

Her hands show no more snow. The veins seem shriveled.
Her joints were swollen and unmovable.
Her palms are coarse from rubbing them together and her nails...
Oh, her nails were ****** and torn off. She clawed too much at her neck
As she was held down and suffocated.

-Year twenty four.

*"I am sorry." The note read.

It was a deformed hand. Bite marks on her fingertips, shriveled skin with blotches and sores.
The veins drawn over in pink scars from jagged blades and old attempts.
It was a miracle she could write at all.

She now lays in an open casket. Eyes stare at her contrasted beauty.
Her childhood friend had always loved her hands. He reconstructed them.
A shriveled old body, only twenty four years old, but seemingly ancient.

But her hands, oh... Her hands were sculpted by someone who truly loved her.
Beautiful bones,
Long and pink plastic nails. The skin on her palm made of silk.
The veins are drawn with a dull peppermint pastel on her falsely snowy skin.

He cracked her fingers so her prosthetic joints will move less.