A little girl comes
They gather
along the street
to worship a devil.
humming a song.
A knife flashes
she skips
the blood flows
up the steps
a goat screams
through the doors
darkness falls
into the church.
Witness
Reds and blues
chase endlessly
over the boy's
cracked face
as he stands in a black
puddle watching
the end of his
parents' lives
as they lay
on the gray
stones, shot
for a chip of diamond
the color of
the boy's
tears
I Am the Sugar Man
and I know the parts
of me
that Don't shake
are lost
to the cold
as well as I know
that the thick rot
of feces
emits a stench
that warms me
as I sit buried under the grate
watching the overworld people
float by in ignorance
of such things
emitting long trails of steam,
their sacrifice to murderous winds
and I know
as my heart ski-p-ps
and tri-p-ps
dancing to a jiving beat,
not its own,
that I am dying
and no one will mourn me
when I am gone
but the rats,
after the feast.
A Love Letter :
I love you my dear
you know it's true
for I told you
with my heart,
my face,
then my tongue-
and you left me hanging
on a string of hope
tied into a noose.
but still...
I care for you dear
I let it show
but hid the scar
which you found
and opened
with your tone
and actions.
but still...
I like you dear
we sit together
and share the times
as I sweat
not knowing how to act
as uncomfortable as you.
but still...
I don't care dear
that we keep di
A little girl comes
They gather
along the street
to worship a devil.
humming a song.
A knife flashes
she skips
the blood flows
up the steps
a goat screams
through the doors
darkness falls
into the church.
Witness
Reds and blues
chase endlessly
over the boy's
cracked face
as he stands in a black
puddle watching
the end of his
parents' lives
as they lay
on the gray
stones, shot
for a chip of diamond
the color of
the boy's
tears
I Am the Sugar Man
and I know the parts
of me
that Don't shake
are lost
to the cold
as well as I know
that the thick rot
of feces
emits a stench
that warms me
as I sit buried under the grate
watching the overworld people
float by in ignorance
of such things
emitting long trails of steam,
their sacrifice to murderous winds
and I know
as my heart ski-p-ps
and tri-p-ps
dancing to a jiving beat,
not its own,
that I am dying
and no one will mourn me
when I am gone
but the rats,
after the feast.
A Love Letter :
I love you my dear
you know it's true
for I told you
with my heart,
my face,
then my tongue-
and you left me hanging
on a string of hope
tied into a noose.
but still...
I care for you dear
I let it show
but hid the scar
which you found
and opened
with your tone
and actions.
but still...
I like you dear
we sit together
and share the times
as I sweat
not knowing how to act
as uncomfortable as you.
but still...
I don't care dear
that we keep di
Please talk to your daughter. She made me feel awful about getting second place in a contest, she acts like she's the perfect artist ever with no need to improve and is making negative drama on Deviant ART. To put it simply, she's acting immature.