Like a massacre
I watch them fall
One by one they die
Pale and lifeless bodies pile
I stand near hearing
"Wind the music, wind the music"
But it never gets any louder
And something tells me
Everything has changed
What has come to pass
Was never meant to last.

the string of words, they dance in waves.
seemingly unaware, of the grief they hold.
with skirts a-merry, to the silent melody.

Today is the day I determine how I plan to die:

        I will lay in a field,
        With flowers in my hair
         And gold coins on my eyes.
        He will stand over my corpse,
        his hands flaying helplessly
        to save my naked soul
        (but he cannot breathe
        Life into a body's that is
        Already cold.)

           I want children to pick out my teeth and
        Then plant them in their backyards;
           So when the luscious fruit
           Is picked by their tender hands
           Tears can fall for their dead muse
        (making my insides taste even better)


        They shall be blessed
        With the gift of metaphors
        And they shall be hated.

     The ground shall attack them
     As they speak of "anti-love"
     Their feet will grow weary of
     Constant thorns
     And heavy thoughts

                (They'll give up.)

My legacy will survive in
        His hands.

I know that you are feeling
Lost and wandering, disconnected, lonely,
Saddened by the scorn of so much pain,
Neglected and rejected without mercy,
Left beside the road out in the rain.

Never for a single, precious moment,
Have I ever once felt faltered in your love so bold,
You reached down deep and made me a rich token,
You reached down deep and warmed me from the cold.

Now you stand there so heartbroken and crying,
And you feel there’s nowhere else left to hide,
But there’s something you must understand, my darling,
You will always be here by my side.

When everything seems bitter and so tasteless,
And tears fall down your cheeks in salty brine,
Remember in the end, my darling angel,
All will be okay in its sweet time.

Now rest your weary head down on my chest dear,
Hear the music of my beating heart,
When you awake there will be no more tears,
For you and I will never, ever part.

A lesson learned for all to know
The greenest grass lies under toe
It's eyes that ever-wander so
The hues allure
And thoughts that run away, could grow
Contempt, for sure

For darker green across the way
Could lure the tempted heart astray
Down broken streets lined with decay
To awaken
In fields of weeds in brown and gray
Perception shaken

The running, has let greed abound
Now from that field of weeds is found
The deepest green is on the ground
That once seemed vile
Back where contempt had made a frown
Now breeds a smile

Before a twist of fate can lead
A want must grow into a need
But be aware, this warning heed
Wear rosy glasses
Don't live a life that's lead by greed
Temptation passes