The scent of vanilla
did not intoxicate them,
but rather tickled their
fragrant delight.

The light never flickered;
my fake sun,
and you could hear the
untimely demise from
the incessant sound
as if it were someone breathing,
someone watching you.

The furry creature
rubbed against me
and quickly left
as if to tell me to move on.

Magnolias blossomed on the walls.
Long stems, flowering beauty,
on creamy facades.

The two cherubs
were dressed in maroon,
with slight smiles on their pale faces
and deep eyes that looked off
into some unknown abyss.
Rose cheeks were fading;
no longer bright, my love,
and they wore sinuous cloths.
I no longer saw their golden brim
and they had once showed me hope.

You can't stare at the bottles,
those pills that they all need.
You begin to think that you need them yourself,
but you do not.
And then your head pounds
against you;
your dreadful pain that you've felt all along.
It never leaves.

Sand scattered along the floor,
green emerald ground that stings once more.
I always stepped on the grains;
that wretched ruin drove me insane.

The furry creature
rubbed against me
and quickly left
as if to tell me to move on.

I gazed into the mirror,
looked at the cerulean eyes
that told me nothing.

I'm gone.

04/04/2005

Posted on 04/05/2005
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