Fairy Tale

You.

You were suppose to be
my knight in shining armour,
a handsome prince
to come rescue me.

Not an ordinary bloke
with failings.

Overlooked

Below the fine film
of skin
which clings
to once glorious bones
would you find
who I once was
or over look
the decay
stating
"there is nothing here."

Love of a clown

I have cried the tears of a thousand clowns,
I have walked the path of a thousand men,
wandering aimlessly,
until I found this unfathomable love
that only faltered when in isolation.

Twisting

IT HURT LIKE HELL,
TO WATCH YOU DIE.
TO WATCH YOU TWIST THE KNIFE.

SIDE TO SIDE,
FORWARDS AND BACK
SLOWLY YOU TWISTED THE KNIFE.
TRYING TO CATCH A GLIMPSE
OF IT’S SHINING BLADE.

BUT YOU NEVER SAW.
STARNGE HOW YOU NEVER SAW IT,
NEVER FELT IT’S PAIN.
ONLY WHAT WAS INSIDE.

INSIDE AND EATING AWAY.

AND THIS IS ALL METOPHORICAL
BUT IT HURT LIKE HELL.

Imagery

I have a wandering thought
sometimes I catch glimpses of
that if I had a semi-automatic
I could figure what was wrong.

Take away the emptyness.

Hold it in my hand
pull the trigger.

Hold it to my head
pull the trigger.

She

She objects
to everything
you ever were

and everything
I cannot be.

You, grateful and contented

My ghost

shimmered in the attic,
sparkling for all to see

gently
carving herself
into my side.

You,
grateful for all she entertained
and kept contented.

And you left me
alone with her

glistening and new

what harm could come to me?

My ghost
darkened my mind
burning away memories

to keep me numb.