Pretty angel, dressed in white,
You’re a blessing in the light.
Yet inside you’re sick and twisted.
I can’t believe that wasn’t listed…
Accursed demon of the night,
Where you go, you bring a fight.
Even though you care for flowers,
I know you’ll steal what’s ours!
Young birds dream of faraway lands,
Yet not one misunderstands
That distance might not be the answer,
But allure from a gipsy dancer,
Poison to each who owns the fruit,
Be careful before it takes root
As when it claims your damned soul
The only thing left is burnt coal.
It’s good to know reality,
Tell it apart from fantazy,
But never let the illusion
Become a dark delusion.
Never given a choice,
There are rules that apply,
To let out your true voice
You are forced to belie.
Either you are the first
Or you stand as second,
Like a demon, you are cursed
To answer when beckoned.
Don’t break the iron rules
It will only delay.
In the end we are fools
We forgot there is gray…
One, two, three, four…
Hear a loud knock
On the small door.
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Five, six, seven, eight…
They broke the lock
On the town gate.
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Nine, ten… Ten, nine…
Around the clock
You hear the chine.
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Eight, seven, six, five…
Can I sweet talk?
Go for a drive?
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Four, three, two, one…
I start to gawk
At the black gun.
Tick, tock, tick…
Shadows walk and dance,
Free from their small cages.
They take every single chance
To set up the stages.
Sin is not their game,
Not their objective.
They just take the blame,
They are protective.
No one mentioned this,
Too high on their pride,
But deep in the abyss,
That is where I hide.
As the lion stalks the fields
So do humans draw their shields.
For a battle or a hunt.
The time has come to confront
The pray in the fields
Until the weak yields.
No different from a beast
We prepare for a feast.
As though it brings us power
We start to devour
All that’s in our path
So fear the human wrath.
Knowledge equals power
In a world of lies.
Those who have it tower
Over those who are wise.
Secrets of the people,
Aren’t kept in stories,
Watching from the steeple
Searching for their quarries.
The gears started turning
When choosing was allowed.
Then we began learning
What it means to be proud.
It was meant to be sin,
Not a new beginning,
But with a cheeky grin
We managed winning.
A peach and a pair
Is without a care,
But put two peaches as one
And it will not be much fun.
When mixing gets boring
You get to exploring,
What comes to fruition
In this new position.
Never to late
To find a mate,
Who’s willing and able
To get a new label.
86
It’s morning… I wonder if I slept last night… Strange I don’t feel any different. I’m fine… The sun is shining, it’s very bright outside, its early morning and it’s bright… The bed doesn’t feel empty. They said it would, but it doesn’t. I feel fine…
My alarm is ringing… Did I wake up before it? I didn’t notice. These sheets, red just like she was… I should change them. I wonder if it will be alright to wear a t-shirt, I think it’s going to be warm today, it looks like that.
My reflection… it doesn’t look different. My hair is still brown and barely a few inches. My eyes don’t look red or sunken in, they look normal, refreshed even. I must have slept well…
Birds…This early? I guess that’s to be expected. It’s warm and bright so birds will be chirping. That’s normal… Nothing changed… maybe I’ll go outside today? It looks like a nice day.
What should I have for breakfast? Am I even hungry? A bit… so maybe toast? I think I have some jam. I should check. It’s so quiet… I better open a window and let in some fresh air. It really does look nice outside.
Who bought chocolate? Was it mom, she did come for the funeral, or was it… I think I’ll throw them out, but that is a waste of money… I should make toast. But first I need to see if I have any jam left. There is still some left, that’s good, it’ll be enough. Where is the toaster? Did someone put it on the shelves or not? Oh it was in the cupboard. Should I have tea or coffee? I think I’ll have tea, it’s healthier.
I still flinch every time the toaster goes off. That hasn’t changed… I’ll watch TV while eating, it’s too quiet. The news, they are the same, different topic, but still the same. That doesn’t make sense… A store was robbed yesterday, I didn’t notice, it was in our neighbourhood. The sheriff is searching for a murderer… still searching…
I think I’m done eating… I’ll go for a walk. It looked like a nice day. A brand new day, where nothing has changed, not even me. She was murdered and I watched her coffin being lowered into the ground yesterday, but the world still moves. It moves on… Nothing changes… What a nice, bright and warm day…
End
This was a challenge and it felt depressing.
Have a nice, bright and warm day.
shiftingeye 