Stretched out arms in front of me I raise my pen of indignation.
Insults driven by pain and fury; I shudder over a wounded friend.
Locked inside a broken candle, my temper burns the threaded key.
Symbols light a fragile mantel, a place to share my poetry.
Underneath the starry night, I take flight with no mistake.
Bouncing off these walls of darkness I hope this dream never ends,
I hope I never wake.

Deep asleep my heart stops beating,
why am I here this is a mistake.
Lost in darkness my skin is freezing,
I fell asleep but did I wake.
I do remember a porcelain plate,
I held a cup I ate and drank,
Hemlock soup with a Death Cap steak,
Oleander tea and a Ricin cake.
Poisonous dreams betrayal and scheming,
was it dinner that sealed my fate?
Looking down I am not breathing,
I feel no sorrow if it ends today.
I see her face but she's not speaking
as I drift into the dark decay

Composed society a system complex rotten and deformed.
Unfettered anger frustration and anguish festering the storm.
Putrid blisters of vile memories, sobriety castrates the scorn.
Impostor hypocrites who pose as friends devour each victim's form.
Again, again I plunge my pen this cauldron of memories mourned.
Unspoken I vent forthright enigmatic in dreams I am reborn.
Unbroken, unbent, unwavering, dramatic,
I drag along the garden thorn.

I stab and cut my flesh and there is no pain.

the warmth of blood is all my skin feels.

I cut myself open and expose my heart and yet I feel nothing.

the warmth of my blood is all my skin feels.

I touch my heart with my bare hands..... a throb.

warmth and a throb.

a new feeling brings joy to my face.

I carve my heart out and feel it throb till my body gives out.

no more warmth.

no more throb.

I let the sweet poison flow
Through my pickled veins
Growing heavy like curtains-
In your grandmother's house
-Heavy, stained, and dusty

I let the sweet poison burn,
Away with all my inhibitions
As it filled me with inky clouds
That ate my decisions
And spit out sunshine headaches
A drunken werewolf for sure

But now I throw my glasses
Against the wall-
I would rather walk on broken bottles
Than ever be at the bottom of one
Again

Rosy, rosy, red rivers
dripping down the blushing cheeks.
Dreamy, dreamy, dead shivers
slowing down with every kiss.

Tiny, tiny trapped screams
making out the blueing lips.
Rosy, rosy, red streams
flowing down the Syrian streets.

Shaky, shaky shallow mothers
calling out to withering kids.
Fiery, fiery falling brothers
watching out for sisters' wounds.

Slowly, slowly shivering son,
calming down to one swift end
Shyly, shyly shimmering sun
crawling back in the darkened clouds

Rosy, rosy ravaged girls
drifting off to peace-less sleeps.
Weary, weary wilting pearls
hiding back in their prison shells.

Tired, tired, tied with ropes
calling out to left out hopes.
Dying, dying, dead folks.
Dying dying, dead hopes.

☆

Your lifeless body laying there, the silence was dark
The chill grew colder, the time passed by
The wait was over, it was time for goodbye
We surrounded your bedside, we prayed and sang
I know you heard us, and still to this day
The silence is now broken but the chill is still cold
Well be ok, I'm sure you know

I hope your watching over me each and everyday because I know your still with me in some way
I look to the sky and I know your still there...

You will always be my "Papa Bear."