Hands, they shake
gentle now
upon the wood
of the window sill.

Cold air
and the clouds
of breathing in
and pushing out.

The dust and decay
it lingers here
a cool blanket
and deafened ear.

A single tear drops
from an invisible eye
hardly leaving a trace
and left there to dry.

Breathe in the poison
which floats in the air.
Sour,
we taste it,
yet it remains there.

The suicide note
she wrote
she wrote
sat upon a desk.

The blood dripping down
to the ground
to the ground
Just like the tears she wept.

The dawn of night
and light
and light
Hits her pallid skin.

As she sits alone
skin and bones
skin and bones
A shadow upon her chair.

And the waves they lap the bow like gentle applause,
encouraging,
taunting,
tasting,
what failure has yet to come.
The current pushes on,
a torment.

You laugh,
my deary,
but look below,
the sharks' fin
does not slow,
as he follows you on your dreadful path,
anticipating
it will be your last.

And the waves they slap at the bow,
like a spanking to a naughty child.

And you grin,
you row on,
you just don't see,
The end is near.
Upon this unknown body of water.

Body

what body?

My body

tired and weary

Your body

beaten and broken

Our body

forever to stay split

Their body

*stronger

Sometimes I have a thought-provoking question.
Sometimes I feel the need to ask.
Sometimes the question gets shoved back in my face.
And sometimes it is answered unexpectedly.
But the beauty of the question is not that it is answered.
The beauty of the question is the question itself.
So I ask you,
Do you have a question sometimes?

The starting kiss tasted sour,
I tried to spit you out.
To no avail, I struggled here.

And you whispered before I could shout:
nobody cares, nobody hears, you will always be alone

PUSH me to the floor and beat away my hope.

The irony is clear.

Crystal, crystal, on the floor, a million tiny tears.

Diamond blade, unbreakable, cutting my consciousness.

you took me prisoner, my dear, without even locking the latch.

PUSH me into the corner, now, drill away my naivety.

I keep waiting, waiting, my patience drawing closed.

Why won't Karma eat you now?

He ate me a long time ago.