• Delicious Death

    the water is boiling;
    his life is a shipwreck
    its lost in the waves of misery
    he cant comprehend why he is here
    just another unwanted addition to this world
    like a broken lamp that's left in the corner of the attic
    his mind is foredoomed in this boisterous hurricane
    an abundance of thoughts and feelings fluttering in his head
    this is a butterfly, he cant get a hold of
    he is losing his grip, for the rope
    is only so strong

    he tosses a couple of tea bags;
    hope and faith are anonymous to his universe
    for they have packed their suitcases and have elevated
    to a different planet, and he is struggling to pull the weight
    of the heavy burden on his flimsy shoulders
    he is wobbling his way through a path he cannot
    seem to find an end to, the light is here,
    but there is no bridge for him to cross
    how he prays for the red light to finally come
    so his soul can at last go to lunch
    and have a plate full of endless breaths
    no more will he have to worry

    sugar always makes it better;
    how did life go from gratifying to be so wicked?
    its as if hes being punished for something he didn't do
    his heart is imprisoned, he doesn't know how to act
    its shiny sword isn't so radiant anymore
    like a pair of dull scissors no one wants to use
    he needs someone to talk to, that will understand
    because his brain has stopped in its tracks
    its train is no longer in service
    it is awaiting its replacement

    red is making its way across;
    he feels so numb, so weak
    not even glass could make him twinge
    its like the blood is being sucked
    back out from his veins, his spirit is unresponsive,
    its been kidnapped and locked in a murky cellar
    the lost posters are being found, but not cared for
    it makes him so enraged, he feels like
    whacking his heart with a baseball bat
    to make the beat flow through his body again

    he pours some in a cup;
    when will this battle of anguish end?
    When will he capture the butterfly?
    He opens a cupboard to grab some ginger
    his eye catches a tall Grey bottle, takes it out
    from the chalky brown shelf, the label reads rat poison
    he bites his lower lip in temptation, this has to be the answer
    the only way to finish the rivalry once and for all
    he tips it over and puts a few drops in his cup
    hes been through enough pain, enough damage
    and without a thought, without a feeling
    he swallows his delicious death in a single gulp