Sticks and StonesThey say that sticks and stones may break a man's bones. But what people don't often account for is what happens when metal enters the equation. I didn't.
Now I was seeing the consequences.
I lay over his body, crying, sobbing. I never cry. Ever. But I did. Make of that what you will.
He was covered in blood. It's funny, disturbing even, how much blood can poor out an apparently non-fatal wound. The irony of the situation, which I never noticed, is that he was a hemophiliac.
Was. Past tense.
That sent me into another fit of hysterics. "Oh, God, no... not this, please, he has to be-- Ben! For God's sake Ben, can you hear me?" Over and over. I said those things over and over, a thousand permutations of "no" and "not this" and "oh God", over and over, and his name, his name over and over... Till my brain was just running in loops. There was nothing I had not said, and none of it meant anything
Like cold rain racing down my body
Or the sharp nails of an insane man digging into my flesh
And that crazy laugh
That chills me more than any word with meaning
And a scream
Oh that scream that goes on far too long
And waking up again and again
Only to be confronted by another horror
And all the while those eyes
Like some infinite void
That send shivers down my spine
And then it's over.
I wake up with sweat running down my face,
And try to catch my breath.
The SpectresCultivated torment
My spectres visit often
They hinge on my tomorrows
And the globe keeps spinning
The world keeps turning
The stars go out
My spectres come on black horses
In the night
And streetlamps go out
I wake up again and wonder
Does it ever make any sense
Does it hear me scream now
Are you happy now?
All I wonder is
Have you made me king yet?
My spectres rise often!
FireworksRunning like quicksilver, bright in the sky,
Jumping like jacks with a gunpowder light.
Breathing in colours, meadows of fire;
And laugh like a clown as the rockets take flight!
Amazing and hellish, explosions of light -
And quickly we launch them, they plow through the skies!
Heated fire demons that blow on south winds,
And contrails of laughter that tell only lies.
Dream in the night, and don't be surprised
If spectres of nowhere scream into a star
While delicate crackling sparklers bloom -
They're stars in the sky, on high, from on far.
Never fear fire, we're dreamers like you;
So wait until midnight, and ready your sight,
And think of tomorrows to never occur,
As wondrous fireworks burst through the night!
Stepping Through The MirrorStepping through a mirror -
Arriving before your image.
Riding on a beam of light
Like a golden wind.
Oh, mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the farthest one of all?
Splitting the atom -
Dark times upon us.
Doctor Device, the sky like a cave,
Leaving us to find a way out.
Like spelling your name,
Like a seed from nowhere.
Particle, wave -
Stepping through a mirror -
Meet me on the other side.
PareidoliaThe sun will rise, as it always does,
Though really the earth is the rising one.
The stars will twinkle, and yet I know
That outside our fair planet, they are silent.
The sky is blue, is red, is white,
But past the air, it's always black.
The moon has a face that laughs and cries,
But we were the ones who drew it.