Not me, not you either.

Guilt will not eat you, nor will it defeat you
But what if I leave you, then what would you say?
To be left on your own, and me left to moan
Mourning your absence whilst I am away.

oh no, its the wrath of God tremble with fear at the colour of the sky brightened with severity of His charged rods His static will show you no mercy when His condemnation will leave you thirsty parched at the throat, completely lost at speech He's only a hand spans out of reach Beg for forgiveness in the length Chopin nocturne On your knees, quick, and pray for a safe return Of the blue you once knew Not the red, that bled into the blue, half full cup of Myrrh with half a cup of blood turned my skies bubblegum pink oh dear.

and recite the words of the fable sweep your dresses across the floor breathe the air of sweet lenore ghostly fog of my past would come at me hard and fast startled awake into this wintery day with dew drops rested on a patch of hay smelling it from far away with a hint of distain through my transluscent curtains, i saw the rain crashing down onto my window pane, down onto the cobblestone lane got up and said "yep its morning" the worms be crawling upon the dark pits where early birds peck above to be devoured is a sign of love love of the earth, and the cycle that flows like recycled rain below, though only god knows where ts all goes, though could i hear the birds singing their sweet tune listeing i took a quick turn about the room and then went back to sleep.

upon a stone, she sat on her throne waiting for the next victim to arrive a creature walked in, with blade, and thickened skin ready to dual off in a battle to survive the bars were set, they placed their bets, she lept off her stone with full intent though her heart was cold, a perpetual mould, she couldn't kill without feeling lament virtue would bleed, upon her steed and roll back the days once more the blade pushed through, the unfortunate shrewd made way to a patch of gore she would live through the joy of the pain, and the blood in the rain but overall the feeling of power as a princess for the fall, she wanted it all, nothing less than to devour her subjects.

upon a stone, she sat on her throne waiting for the next victim to arrive

a creature walked in, with blade, and thickened skin, ready to dual off in a battle to survive

the bars were set, they placed their bets, she lept off her stone with full intent

though her heart was cold, a perpetual mould, she couldn't kill without feeling lament

virtue would bleed, upon her steed to roll back the days once more

she got on her horse, and strode down a course, that would answer her final call

then the blade push through, it was then she knew, that this was her final call

the crowd was stunned, she'd come undone, no longer the fearful foe

would live a the joy of the pain, and the blood in the rain but overall the feeling of power as a princess for the fall, she wanted it all, nothing less than to t

my mind's freezing down freeverse has come around, strolling into town its primal vacancy disintegrates it's falling through failing me and you can't find rhythm, rhyme or fact my nerves that shift forward and back words make sense no more can't bring it to boil for it to overflow for it to overflow sometimes too little is too much u know can't find home but i needed it can't find home take me back i'm too old to see past this world i know

so i don't feel my mind it needs to be numb until it's slacking at the ends fading away, guilt included, guilt; the dagger drawing up my spine into my mind till its numb i watch her lean against the door frame and beg me in silence with bedridden eyes bloodshot, hint of surprise i see in them brights rings of human life they twirl at me fanatically from across the room she dances with flannelette around her ankles i watch but i don't look the fabric drags on the floor, gathering the deploring sadness i watch but i don't look if i watch she'll not notice that i'm looking though if i look she'll notice that i'm watching forever blind she is forever blind she will be

my eyes reply to one's demise and gives me a sense of purpose a shift in light, an appetite for destruction that is deemed worthless a spriralling down, around the town to one empty but not so full bar where i can gather, enjoy, and employ in engagements that are not so afar the morning after, through collective data i find myself in a state of shock a bead of sequins, a bed of onions and one mantelpiece clock

she held on tight with all her might to the sound of truck driving past

but a light which beamed from her wide eyes had shone upon the metallic glass

the driver saw, and swerved some more til the sound of the overturned glistened

she heard the cry and watched the fall, as it was she, the only one who listened

as night fell over, the red range rover she saw the colours blending through

a twist of red, a dash of black had turned the rover inmistakably blue

(blue as the night sky)

the darkness departed, as the new day had started but no one saw the colours change

(no one came) except her, who watched the blue turn to brown. as well as the face which appeared most strange