These broken toys with a childs soul
Hidden in the painted garden
Red and white, central war.
Disguised as a game of chess.
I guess, that the future can be changed
With a hatter that is madder and slick
That a simple trick could bring about
A guillotine event worth talking about
I never got the chance to know the stars. Those flickering scars that rob the sky. Bright blights that hindered my growth. I missed them. Though I promise I never would. Because she is not here to see them. For me, that is reason enough to get rid of them.
The ocean, I despise it. With every moment of the tide I die a little more inside. I rather it fade away. Or give me room to drown. Because I can not bare the sight, while she is no longer around.
These memories, they haunt me. I would rather forget. Because is not here to share in them. I see no reason to give in. To my brain hidden inclination, to remember a forgiving friend.
She spat poison in my drink
I watched her do it from where I sit
Yet I take a sip
And act surprised
I know what she tries to hide
I know the secrets that are inside
She spat poison in my cup
I saw it all, but it wasn’t enough
To keep me from talking a gulp
Holding my sides as my stomach erupts
Playing victim to a fate I conduct
She is certain
With a silver tongue
And fleshed out wings, she brings
Heaven towards the sky
Where Angel fail to dwell
Burned out in their own hell, she spied
Twisted lies and sad goodbyes
She is certain
With fluid eyes
A earth filled with dread
Where beings that feast on dreams
Question a fickle lullaby, she sings
Such pretty things
Like sweet mercy bitten by metal wings
A/N
I wrote this with my best friend in mind. One who just so happens to share my first name. So this is for you Jessica and all others in the world who share this rather interesting name (i.e this name is basic haha)
Also changing the title cause it was meant to be a place holder till I found one I liked. Only I forgot to change it before it had posted. So here ya go
‘Jessica was a worthy child’
‘but let Jessi take her place’
‘Make haste’
‘Lay waste’
‘For her death is why we’re here’
‘Burn her body’
‘Let it rust’
‘For Jessi is the king that we trust’
She tastes like winter
With a personality to match
Still, I liked to kiss a path
Down her tawny back
1…2…3
Count them
4…5…6
Feel them
7…8…9
They are there
10…
The End
The memories are coming back
Hidden in the snow
Tiny messages
‘You are not alone‘
It leeches and bleeds
As I scratch with blunted nails found on top pillow.
They curve into my cheek to my head where nails can’t reach.
The wounded symphony of rust and blood
And red and lead
Tapping on the bones as I try to go to bed
It is testing me, a dream I can not see
As I roll with a grinded grin
And try to sleep again
“She is just so cute” came the whispers
as my daughter laid herself out on the floor
Knees askew and arms to the side
Face scrunched up as she gave such loud cries
I could see them standing to the side
Ignoring the pleading look in my eye
I need help, someone to step in
but they see her smile and tightly spun curls
Her mocha skin with such clear pours
A lady stops by with a whisper
“Here’s a five, give her what she wished for”
As if her fit deserves such a gift
But if I turn away I will be judged
If I continue on I will be accused of not
not loving her enough to control her behavior
“Pretty girls don’t cry”
Whispers the man standing by
So I grab the money and make promises I will not keep
Walk away from the store and in my car I start to weep
