It started with the batting of an eye
A voice that made the heart skip
Touches that made pheramones drip
Spurned into a vicious lie

Slide the blade across your throat
That was all she wrote
Your name in blood
Amidst a sanguine flood

Drawn from the knives left in her back
After all your sneak attacks
Lying lips get far worse than stitches
Next will be all your snitches

Ring around the Roses
Pocket full of Poses
Your body's turned to ashes
Lit it up with gasoline and matches

Here I sit
Lost inside my head
Wrapped around a blanket
Of existential dread

There's no way out; I've lost my faith
In everything but you; I hold dear
In your arms; there's nothing left to fear
I'll see you again between roses and razor blades

If I told you that I love you
Would it even matter
The blood's beginning to spatter
Hold me as I fade into the abysmal darkness

The clock whispers
the seconds.

My heart speaks nearly
in the same rhythm.

Two separate poems ~
resting together.

"The haunting, hunted kind..."
~ Pilot's Dream

I dreamed I met a little boy.
A most amazing child.
He smiled at me, but didn't speak a word.
The wind was all I heard.

I followed him down a crowded alley,
filled with scowls and empty stares.
He walked among the wicked and the vile,
the endless mercantile.

Suddenly, there came
a howling, bitter rain.
The child reached out his arms
and smiled at me again.

The crowds cowered to run,
the cleansing had begun.

She has the prettiest little face,
She has the cutest nose
But most of all the bits I love
Are her wriggly little toes.

He looked about the room
turned his smile on her
Those big, brown eyes, they flashed
she saw a ripple in his fur

Hypnotized by caveman magic
she surrendered to his charms
Took vows of matrimony
and fell into his arms

He drags her by the hair each night
has his way with her
She teaches him to party hearty
and she calls him Sir

He's a caveman, yes, a throwback type
he's just a little crude
But he's got more than boyfriend before
and you should see him nude

Another day, I promise myself
Better things are on the way
Sometimes it's the only thing
That makes me want to stay

Pull the knives from my back
Collapsed, so weak I can barely stand
Bleeding out from all the sin
Someone take the blade from my hand

Trapped inside these walls
Be your own hero, so I'm told
Searching, looking for a way out
But every turn falls cold

When the moon hung blue
in the moody sky,
I attached all my hopes
to your whispered promises.
Softly articulated lies
like rose petals hiding
cruel thorns of veracity.
Blind to the truth,
I heard and saw no more than
what I needed at the time.
You made it so easy
with your inviting smiles
of warm desire fashioned
for only me, the object
of all your pent up passion.
You bade me welcome
to wade into your
warm waters of seduction.
Gladly, I followed where you led.

Our poor democracy, so broken and bent
Its hopes and dreams, so long since spent
What once was free, now so corrupt
The people's voice, should now erupt

The privileged few, still standing tall
While the rest of us, feel so small
The future of our nation, so far away
Our children, their dreams, so far astray

Our leaders, so out of touch
Their words, a lie, so often clutch
The people, so desperate and in need
Their cries, no one hears, their hearts bleed

Dreams shattered, scattered
Shards of broken glass
Stained in the blood
From ghosts of lifetimes past

This place is not a home
But a holding cell
Invisible bars upon the window sills
The warden's special hell

Cut the noose from around my neck
Break the chains that bind
Let the darkness engulf me
Nothing left to find

Take the life out from me
Steal my final breath
Your name fresh on my lips
The sweet relief of death