the flowers fall in red and white
with tears of royal blue
small stone slabs, gleaming white
mark the end
Of giving, of donation, of you
You gave in red
So we might have
All we can dream and hope
under the clear sky so blue

Sing a song to me
By telling me your day
Your voice is like magic
Lifting MY day

I turn right
You call left
I turn left
You call back
I turn back
You ask why'd I do that

I say no
You say don't ask
I say yes
You say why'd you say that

Green is blue
up is sideways
wrong is right
unless it is wrong

I'm so afraid of making you upset
I've turned into a buffoon
You sit, laugh
Shaking your head
thinking what an indecisive clown I am

why do you come here
what do you seek
absolution, forgiveness
a kiss on the cheek

why have i hoped
and for what have i dreamed
a forever bond
to a ghost of a chance

who am i kidding
whose face wears a mask
there is no absolution, hope or kiss
not for me





i've close my eyes one more time
to the vision before
that i dare not see
a horror
and desecration
a misery and spite
how can i remove
my heart
when it's so weak
have i given up on what was mine
have i lost the treasure
this time



the ache in my chest wont go away
no matter how hard i pray
god isn't listening
or he refuses to say
what path i am on
or how to proceed
the ache in my heart
the pressure
pain


can't catch my breath
vision is fading
is this the end
i've been awaiting
that finally is my only hope
that the end comes for me
and leaves you free

you've drilled a hole in my head
and poured in derision
you've reached in my back
and pulled out my spine
you've cut off my legs
leaving nothing upon which to stand
and now
you've rejected me
as a monster not worth your time

You have a portrait of me
hidden in your head
a portrait in which
you purport to see
a true vision of me
Is it perhaps
not a portrait you see
but a mirror instead

They watch me
with dark, hungry eyes
waiting

I stumble
running through the wood
roots rise in contempt
of my wayward path

And still they watch
waiting and hungry
feral

No sign of light
no lamppost or guide
to light my way
to the safety of anywhere

Their eyes draw closer
their breath is hot and thick
on my neck

No time to turn
no time to run
no time to plan
any escape

Their teeth are sharp
shock dulls the pain
they are waiting no more

She couldn't finish the movie. She had had to force herself to sit there, in the dark, for the last 20 minutes. But no longer. It was ridiculous. It was just some idiotic zombie movie. But she couldn't shake the thought, no matter how irrational. What if he came back? What if he was clawing his way up through the earth and out of the grave? Shivering, she left and wandered into the night.

This is the list I meant to make
When I went before the Headmaster
To make my requests known and my needs met

To live and love
To see the simple pleasure in a held hand
To have a memory for people and their dreams
and not for meaningless facts
To be able to rightly judge the importance of a moment
To know how to have and hold

Is it too late to go back now
To unmake and remake my choices
To formulate a new list
and have it meet with approval

Can I begin again
and will I have the chance
Stuck here is the purgatory of the Detention Hall
Waiting for expulsion or maybe something more
A second chance
and a new beginning
Of a life remade