he had
the *******
tatooed on his cheek
above the scar,
whispers when he talks,
and people listen...

the edges worn
on the black and white photo
he fondles in his hands...

he walks passed the tombstones
collecting the bouquets of flowers,
gardenias, some violets, and finally red roses
kneels
places them gently on her grave

she was the prettiest cop
that ever arrested him...

passed the ******* tattoo
above the scar
one longing tear
forever falling...

you might not remember me the way I would've wanted you to, but at least I'll find peace in knowing that I'll someday be forgotten completely.

she's just the kind of girl
basement dwellers portray
scamming cash from weirdos
the dumb ones anyway

she wants to be a doctor
but life gets in the way
she still finds time to hit the gym
and keep the belly at bay

sometimes I have to pinch her
"just making sure you're real"
she smiles but I don't think she knows
the way she makes me feel

it's like rain at the window
while you're warm inside
it's finding the sharpest pencil
when you really need to write

it's the clinking of coffee cups
beneath the morning sun
and Euclid's consternation
as two remain one

she's just my kind of girl
that's all I have to say
the kind of girl to make you wish
you could sleep all day

Someday, one day, maybe sooner, perhaps later
You'll find yourself at the mercy of the one that shows and knows not mercy
The one with a vacuum in his chest, void of a heart and a soul
You'll be charmed by his grim and be compelled to follow his lead
No questions will be asked for you'll be as gullible as a new born baby
O! how the mighty fall and crumble on sight of his flowing robe and scythe
Eyes filled with such vast darkness which tells morbid tales

I can only hope you'll be able to look back at the home you'll be leaving behind
As you take a long walk with your newly found company
And be at peace with yourself, serene with no regrets
No assigned souls left untouched and no present unwrapped
No moments you'd like to rewrite and no wrongs to make right
No unfinished business to take care of
The journey is one way and your ticket will have been bought

And it's not like you'll even have a choice or stand a chance
Cos the music will be on and he'll most certainly have his dance
As he has done before, time and time again and as he'll still do
Been doing it for long in your shadow and even mine too
Gaining mastery of every step , trying different rhythm
Either in a tux or a tee-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans
This is the most fun part of the job so it has to be perfect

It may look like I'm silent
But don't let it fool you
I'm holding back the will
To say that I love you