Inside out and upside down,
Tossing, turning, flipping 'round,
Forehead creased in a solemn frown
Right, center, left and back to ground

Your thoughts seem to drown,
in the scary place of dreams,
all decked out in greys and brown,
everything is seldom as it seems.

Haunted souls wail a weary tune,
Echoing off the cavern walls,
But here at last comes the sweet boon,
A beautiful croon to lay your mind to rest.

Rainbows and unicorns, cotton candy clouds,
Mountains of cookies and ice cream and cake,
Sunshine and happiness the world enshrouds,
If only if only this innocence would last.

But the day becomes reality and the alarm beeps,
The little girl awakens with a heavy heart,
Travesty and desolation are common in the deeps
of her mind, her soul, her weariness masked.

But lights will come on and love will come soon,
The battle will end and the storm will pass,
She just has to hold on and look at the moon,
Make wishes to the man of the moon and believe.

The air was thick with rancid hate as we squared off in the mist of night.
There was no words--no grunts nor groans--that oozed past sneering
lips. It was a rustic sort of torture; the time slithering between you
and I, as we each came to grips that only one could anticipate the
dawn. Oil stained the rain-soaked way; the alley shimmered in
the moon. I couldn't recall what had brought us there; what
ill-will we shared. And though your eyes shone with scorn,
I swear you felt the same. It was then the hatred started
rolling like a current 'cross my back; as though the
energy inside of me was fighting to break free.
I watched with eyes uncaring as the glass
began to break, and scattered bits of this
and that began to whip about! You had
never known me well enough to truly
know what lurked within, and as
your startled eyes betrayed your
fear I knew that I'd already won.
So much viscous agony--such a
glorious defeat--a body left in
ruin. I stared at what I had
done, awash in a morbid
optimism, and I saw the
shards of glass twinkle
under a cracked light.
Consumed by the
sight, I saw you
sink into a sky
of oil and filth
and eternal
blackness.
Your
own  
urban
starlight.