It's been a long time
but the ink scrawls & lines all fall into place

an expressionist
glimpse into urban dreams

somewhere in the past
a typewriter sounds

someone is writing
a masterpiece

which will never
be published

in a land
soon to be bombs & flame

meanwhile my lines
make out the city of my dreams

Send me back, all the unopened, postage notes. A penny or two for my thoughts. Lay me back against the cushion or your words. Be my bestfriend again, write me poetry you don't have to make me believe I am lovely. Just touch me, you were the only one who really knew what was going in below.

Go to sleep, and close your eyes
And dream of broken butterflies
wings once pretty, now are torn
ripped and shredded against a thorn

Silver metal, shine so bright
Scarlet blood, that feels so right
Dream of that blood trickling down
Just don't wake up until you drown

The moonlight's shining off your tears
As you're bleeding out your own worst fears
wait tonight until you cry
then whisper the cutter's lullaby

Hushabye baby, you're almost dead
You've lost your pulse and your pillow Is red
Your family hates you, and your friends let You bleed
Sleep tight with a knife, cause it's all You'll need

Rockabye baby, broken and scarred
Who knew life could be this Hard
Time to end the pain that you hid so well
Then down will come baby, straight Back to hell.