...
1. Can someone
anyone,
please,
teach me,
how
to stop the running
of blood
from a wound?
2. I don't like
the way
your body
wears red;
it's a warm
stain
I can't seem to
wash
from your cotton clothes
or
my porcelain mind.
3. Your kindness; I have never realized
that it was it's
very own
sort
of torture.
Even blood fell
down;
drained
out;
cared
about;
left
without;
someone blissfully stupid
like me.
4. I should've,
I would've,
I could've,
listened to my father's instructions
but I didn't.
I still chase it,
the second glass star
to the right.
I wasn't ready
for what guilt
I found;
I never would've
been anyways.
5. Captain hook learned
how simple
it was;
and used a
black gun
to ****** Peter,
and rob him of his'
favorite lost boy.
He left the weapon
in the sleight
of my hand.
"Time to grow up, my dear."
6. Nine years later,
between now
and long ago;
I still create
after
images
whenever I give someone
the power
to mention
your name.
7. Father always told me
fairy tales weren't real.
********
You were mine.
You were real.
I still don't listen
to father.
8. You are the dauntless touch,
to my sense
of adventure
to my flavor
of judgment,
to my frigid heart of
bravery.
*I don't have what it
takes
to* change.
Not anymore.
9. One day I will join you.
The sooner,
the better.
So how pointless is it
that I write
these letters,
and remind myself
that I am much older
and very
lonely?
***"Do you miss me as much as I
miss you?***
...
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
...
1. Can someone
anyone,
please,
teach me,
how
to stop the running
of blood
from a wound?
2. I don't like
the way
your body
wears red;
it's a warm
stain
I can't seem to
wash
from your cotton clothes
or
my porcelain mind.
3. Your kindness; I have never realized
that it was it's
very own
sort
of torture.
Even blood fell
down;
drained
out;
cared
about;
left
without;
someone blissfully stupid
like me.
4. I should've,
I would've,
I could've,
listened to my father's instructions
but I didn't.
I still chase it,
the second glass star
to the right.
I wasn't ready
for what guilt
I found;
I never would've
been anyways.
5. Captain hook learned
how simple
it was;
and used a
black gun
to ****** Peter,
and rob him of his'
favorite lost boy.
He left the weapon
in the sleight
of my hand.
"Time to grow up, my dear."
6. Nine years later,
between now
and long ago;
I still create
after
images
whenever I give someone
the power
to mention
your name.
7. Father always told me
fairy tales weren't real.
********
You were mine.
You were real.
I still don't listen
to father.
8. You are the dauntless touch,
to my sense
of adventure
to my flavor
of judgment,
to my frigid heart of
bravery.
*I don't have what it
takes
to* change.
Not anymore.
9. One day I will join you.
The sooner,
the better.
So how pointless is it
that I write
these letters,
and remind myself
that I am much older
and very
lonely?
***"Do you miss me as much as I
miss you?***
...
Headstones do not have mouths;
only ears.
Graves are the best
of listeners.
© Copywrite Skaidrum
April 3rd, 2007.
Death of: Jack-Addison.
Cause of Death: Bullet Wound.
Witness: Me
