Cheerful glee at what was persuaded with marshmallow
Eyes plucked upon a branch and then roasted with what
Could be seen, as shock set in shaking like a piñata

Hot sauce marinated and then these emerald whites toasted
Just right, Chewing on the gate way to their inner self. I always
Found them chewy like calamari, I wonder if they see it all.

Taking fingers on their throat, I check for a pulse, then I jump
A mile in another's shoes as there hand clenching on mine.

"Help me,
                 "Please,
                             "I heard them leave?

Cheerful thoughts persist on a serrated edge, like a donkey
Chasing a stringed carrot I heed their words,

"Who did this to you,
                                       "Are they still near,
                                                         ­                "I'll get help wait here,

Running in to the woods circling around I skip In jestful glee,
I  walk back and scream in terrified murmurs.
"No please I wont tell I promis......,

Screams echo like rainbows through the trees, but no one
Will hear them, no *** of gold at the end of this echo, maybe
Pie, this work is hungry. Cherrie I eat as I watch them squirm.

I see the milk of life ebbing out of them feeding the earth like
Crimson cornflower it coagulates. I have a primordial urge
To taste upon the hunt, I have tasted before, succulent like chicken.

But I look around such beauty chestnut trees remind me of youth
So much has changed but stayed the same. I look at what is passed
And like the past all things end, whispering in ears hushed thoughts.

"Nothing personal its just that time of the month,
"I need to do this I don't know you, but I needed your eyes,
"You see i don't, but with each one i consume i see a little more,
"You will not gaze again but i will thanks to the feed,

I hate seeing this part as i lift a branch and close
The other gate way, not much force is needed just
A sturdy branch.

They gyrate for a moment then silence and I see my misgivings
But they gave me their gift now i see and next time I will use
A little less hot sauce as my sight burns a little to much.

Well see you all again and thankyou for looking through
My eyes did you like what you saw what was seen.

We hide in shadows of shaded in-betweens
The lines is what is really wrote.

Look deep, can you see what swallows our
Reflection into the endless night of thought.

I used to cut myself, seeing my blood fall, wondering if
I could bleed dry the vein that inks the surrounding with
Essence of ones self. a smile lifts on the crease of lips closed.

In darkness it bleed inside, the thoughts of ending not my
Own, to release the bonds of some others life. I started with
Walking by, just a gentle tap of a scalpel, screams echoed loud.

Always crowded streets where my playground of rouge, as
Their veins wept ****** tears. So many cried upon touch.
Never seeing that intimate contact weeping life so much.

But my thought cut upon each, bleeding the urge to extract
Others life through the action of a touch. I wished then to
Be still, for my kiss to shed their life upon the floor.

To end breath is easy, it takes a single action for their motions,
Breath to be expelled with the playful intent. Could I end it with
But a motion or fill the demon with its needed fill.

Motion is set, timing is a clock that counts down, till that second
Where they are still and I am fulfilled. I will burn for this deed but
They will burn before me, all will be cleansed and all evidence gone.

Could I take what was meant to be mine, calm
Moments entwined with the thought of it could
Be clamed by my hand. sweat beads off my brow.

Twitching palms reach for the handle, chocking
On decisions that could follow. Could I let go of
This moment as it rushes forward, unfolding.

The mood was as silent, death was waiting on
The other side, could I let go and walk the opposite
Way, lose what was rightfully fraught in moments.

I could be post mortem in the actions that follow
Forward, a story untold, as I passed with a moment.
Could I provide moments that were flowed forward.

Could I take what was meant to be mine, calm moments
Entwined with the thought of it could be clamed by
My hand. It was one moment to be in my hand.

I forget the words that spelt the chains of holding,
An opportunity of single thought as words once
Again spilt forward. saved with a single thought.

This isn't for me a moment for a child to be more than
A father ever was, I was of word and conclusion would
Spell if my youngling would be more than I was not.

In the blind sight it lurks a shadow a blink in
The eye, a moment never gazed on as deep inside
You know Its never meant to be seen by mortal eyes.

It slinks between each sight unseen, it feeds on the
Shadows, feeds on our darkness that ebbs from
Our being never held dragged, chained to feet.

It slowly feeds like a fish swimming in clear water,
Bathing feeding, jumping from each pond for those
Fed need a mortal shadow, needing a flurry of darkness.

They wilted like a flower their nourishment gone,
It was insatiable, so many wells poisoned so much
Drank in the forgotten seeing's of unseen eyes.

If you see that which is not there, that moment of
Clarity but gone with a shudder in you soul. look
Upon your shadow, see that which crawls within their.