one, two, three
rain drops down on a black black land
every drop turns a different color as it breaks apart
and music notes come singing out in partly raindrop chorus
it doesn't have to be a different rain a grey a story plain
the window's streaked with colors, the blood of long dead men
and now my heart is sliced with shattered glass stained rainbow hues
the window broke the rain came in and i am now quite dead
electrolytes will fill my blood and up the voltage power
and you come close and kiss my lips and taste the kaleidoscope death
your tear might fall and hit my skin and fizzle out to die
and then you'll leave and my corpse will rot
and electricolored blood remain

I was younger back then
than my youngest is now.
(Impossibly young, it would seem.)
There I first did encounter
the fig newton girl
so lovely, languid and lean.

I fancied myself a writer of tales
back when I was fresh from my teens.
Blank pages taunted me
right to my face..
They haunted the sides of my dreams.

I remember fig newton girl
reading her poems.
(Bee stung lips
and bare minimum clothes.)
She had our attention -
so sweet was her sound.
while I fought my
struggles with prose.

" Close your eyes
You could be anywhere.
Even next to one
whose eyes are also closed."

Those were her last lines
and they've stayed in my mind.
(Impossible though it may seem.)
When I close my eyes
she is next to me yet-
the fig Newton girl of my dreams.

the season you lost your innocence it rained exceptionally hard
and all the kindergarteners that would come over to sing and swing and chant in the yard
started to frown in your direction
or half-smile with a cloudy membrane sheltering their eyes to you, or so it seemed

and people would walk their dogs with a tighter leash, afraid that they could smell
your ruin

ing body, plastered in a cold, hardened defeat...uneasy sweat

and you took off that child-like headband you'd been wearing for months on end
a little worn now, that terrible periwinkle satin and lace

too Lo Li Ta for liking
now that you finally knew what it was like to be a ******* in the lion's den

Screaming in the chambers of your mind
Silently you wail in pain
There's no silence you can find,
He's in your mind, you're insane.
The birds are singing beyond your ears,
They say what you don't want to know,
Scatter your mind and face your fears,
There's nowhere else to go .
Search your heart and one day you'll find,
Silence is a myth.

The light in the tunnel has been turned off,
You hold out your hand to guide you,
No one will hold you and lead you on,
The darkness engulfed within you.
Blackened tears reflect in your eyes,
They hide away your right to see.
In the distance, muffled in a cry,
One day there you will be.
Search your mind and one day you'll find,
Darkness is a myth.

Someday at dawn you'll meet the lunatic,
He looks an aweful lot like the man in the mirror.
Burnt and broken you fall through the opening,
Into your mind, with the madman, trapped in a tear.
Hungry wolves emerge from your thoughts,
Devour you all and you're left behind to see,
Torn and withered , the soul that you fought,
Was yours, and all that remains is me.
Search your soul and now you'll see,
I'm just a myth.
Just like you, just like them.