A posing branch pointing sophistication
through a bark of whispered peace. A
pokcet of mute jingling daisys curling
melodicaly in the breth of gentle air.
And a shallow pool of clarity, shining like
broken crystal under the watchful glow of the sky.

This is where our loved ones go,
     this is where they sleep.
Only to awaken as smiling robins on
lonely winter mornings to melt the
              cover of cold

Have you ever felt so unloved?
Your heart just chokes with all the pain and bruise.
Left an unbanded scar open,
All the love and memories being stolen.

How can you hurt a heart that's already broken?
Just ****** the little feelings, capturing all the meanings.
Is it hard for it to be repaired?

Just holes that beats melodicaly but scared.
Pounding, killing that lil' thing we need for survival,
Yet attacking all the happiness as its rival

Who needs something that traumatizes them emotionally, physically, wanting it to die desperately?

It's just a rhythm that feeds on you,
Rottening and displaying you.
Just a body with beautiful features,
But a heart that's a horrifying creature.

-dpk