I sold my soul to the
                                     devil.
I feel the blood rush to my
                                               cheeks.
I am no longer myself,
                                        possessed.
I gave my clothes to the earth,
                                                      naked.
Please don't take advantage of me.

If the world belonged to you
Heaven would be for her
Look through the dark windows
At what used to be mine
Find the pieces of what I was missing inside
My imperfections, flaws, errors
She didn't have, she is perfect
She who she holds with love and care
And all I can do is stare
Dark windows become clear now
With the the light I've been avoiding all along
This delusion cracks me inside
And streams down my face in rivers
Beautiful, endless rain, down the window pane
If the world belonged to me
Hell would be for you all.

Color of lemon, mango, peach,
These storybook villas
Still dream behind
Shutters, thier balconies
Fine as hand-
Made lace, or a leaf-and-flower pen-sketch.

Tilting with the winds,
On arrowy stems,
Pineapple-barked,
A green crescent of palms
Sends up its forked
Firework of fronds.

A quartz-clear dawn
Inch by bright inch
Gilds all our Avenue,
And out of the blue drench
Of Angels' Bay
Rises the round red watermelon sun.

The little girl runs to her mother,
“Mommy, mommy!”
Wails and wails.
“What’s wrong sweetie?”
“I lost Mr. Snuffles.”

Searching to and fro,
Time and time again,
Nothing is found.
“Don’t worry sweetie, we’ll get another.”
The comfort is futile.

Emotions downcast,
She strays away.
The images
Are vivid in her mind.
The serenity
Found in a simple plaything.
The joy
Found in a loyal friend.

The walls are transcending to grey.
The hallways stretch on for miles.

Her room is desolate and defeated.
Children posters shrivel up and fall.
Toys are melting into the ground.

Staring off into the horizon of her window
Trees are blowing ashes in the wind.
The night sky falls down upon her.

She makes a slight turn and sees it,
A slight nudge of hope
Shining from corner of her bed.

Energy is surged into overdrive.
As she rushes forward
A single bird takes flight
Depicting a reason of happiness.

Squeezing little hands
Between bed and wall
A piece of her heart
Is found again.

She clutches it to the center of her chest.
A vow to never let go.

Blurring light is beginning to shine.
Color is returning to the eyes
Of a young girl.
Trees are sprouting from the ground
Again.

All sorrow is forgotten.