On the final mile,
To the road back home,
You will find,
The prettiest ghosts.

As they wiped away the last drop of blood, they thanked the lord for giving them the strength to rid the world of such an abomination as a daughter.

Up above, a smile crossed his face as he added another two to his list. God was the Devil's greatest creation.

Push that bully,
Down the hole.
Let him grow,
All alone.

Ostracize that fool,
Till he beats no more.
Shut him up,
Let no sound out.

Ignore the bully,
As you grow.
Make sure,
He sees no hope.

Let no light shine,
Let no song rise,
Let no birds chirp,
Let darkness burn.

Push the bully,
Shut him up.
Silent that heart,
Don't let it fall in love.

She slips into the cracks,
So often I feel,
I no longer know,
If whom I'm talking to is real.

Her fictitious home,
***** her in,
Her books add floors,
Cemented by dreams.

She stares at ceilings,
And sees worlds breath,
The quite in her room,
Makes death question his being.

She looks at me,
As she sips her coffee,
She's never seen me,
In the mist of that coffee.

I try to see the world,
Through her eyes,
God would be jealous,
Of the universe that lies.

Her dreams tangible,
The world where she lives,
She's made me real,
Or made my reality slip.

Her body so slender,
The curves define perfection,
She's the coolness in summer,
The woman's a cucumber.

Goodnight she whispered,
As she went to bed,
Good morning he yawned,
As dawn did break.

He nudged her awake,
With breakfast in bed,
He showered her with love,
She was all he needed.

She thanked the stars,
That shone so bright,
Oddly enough,
In the noon day light.

She walked with him,
To wherever she liked,
There was no hurry,
Time was on their side.

But up ahead,
In the distance she saw,
Sandman waited,
To escort her home.

And with a sigh,
She kissed him sweet,
It was his time to lie,
As life called her in beats.

The dream was over,
The bed was lonesome,
A few more hours,
Till she became more wholesome.

And as she walked,
To mundane life chores,
A star above,
For no astrological reason shone.

We circle around in our heads,
In an infinite loop,
Between love and sadness and happiness and hate.
Like a clock with no hours,
Just seconds ticking by,
To nowhere, to no time.
Just the rhythmic,
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock.
Time holds no value,
To a man who's got no place to be.