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She who was damned,

He who cried.

They who Judged,

My Little girl suicide.



She who fell victim to the old hanging tree,

She from the river of red floating sleepily.

She from the flames withered away,

She in the ground drowned in decay.



He on the hill wept in the rain,

He in the chair wrecked in pain.

He in the bed hid in the dark,

He who was lost alone in the park.



The violins wept,

The drums mourned.

The piano slept,

As the damned were scorned.

Now at last i understand.

We harm something through our very existence,

Thats what living is all about.

Its about harming something or others.

We need to be tolerant to one another,

Tolerant to the fact that we live together in the same world.

Those who presume to judge!

You err.



We do more than just exist:

We have the strength to dream of living together.

It may start from something small,

It may even seem impossible.

But this is where we must start from.

But it isn't really that hard.

Hope.

Thats the child born from you and me.

The sheers slice and break the twig and leaves, slumped across the path. Unwanted. Useless. Amputated.



The wasp flies in through the open door, looking for solace from the scorching sun. I get the spray. Poisoned.



The goldfish swims about in its watery cocoon, i take it to the bathroom. Wiggling about in my hands. I flush the toilet. Gone



The cat looks nervous, it knows my power. I show it the slaughtered hedge from the seventh floor. It wants a closer look. I let go. Splat. Art.



I take the cold steel knife from the kitchen drawer. Go outside. Step over the twigs and the cat, onto the street. The blade glistens in the sunlight. I touch your arm.

Broken skies and falling leaves,

Empty heart and shattered dreams.

A thousand thoughts alone in the dark,

A downward spiral from a troubled start.

Crashed and dazed, Bitter and crazed.

Breaking away from the human affection,

Cold splintered shards tear open the deception.

And so i descend,

To a life without purpose,

Knowing i can never mend.

Tell me, where did it all go wrong?

Weeds grow up around the withered rose-

Crushing in around the bud slowly,

Like the cigarette smoke curling up to the light,

Death rising to the ceiling.

Rain falling on the dirty sill,

Fresh fall hiding the bitterness.

Fly buzzing in the smoke and the gloom.

Sunlight died. Clouds choked the day away.

Cobbled path shrouded in thorns.

Giant trees cry in the rain,

The wind soothing them with a song.

Street lights spring to life-

Reflecting in the newly born puddles forming at their feet,

Incandescent orange making faces and evil eyes.

Headlights flitter past lighting up the dim room.

The fly crawling across the cold window shivers from the icy breath.

Scrape of the old blue gate sending droplets to their death.

Turn to give audience to the shapes and shadows of the room,

Stretch to shake away the cobwebs.

Listen to the crisp crunch of thorns under foot,

Screeching from the all too sudden murder,

Stones and rocks underneath laugh and chuckle.

Knock and shuffle. The air changes emotion.

Pushing and Bumping. Electrified.

Move through the chaos to the knock and the shuffle.

Slowly stroke the wall, tiptoe across the floorboards creaking and shivering from the cold.

The door bathed in a foreign shadow wanes in its short reprieve from the violence of the wind.

Cold steel handle biting at skin, letting all know of its fowl mood.

Turn and open, let in the wind and the rain, the music and the weeping,

The fake light illuminates the river of rain on your face. Blushed cheeks. Liquid brown eyes. Full Lips. Long neck.

Nothing prepared me for you.