Tracing Ink

Once upon a delirious night, sat a girl lost and thoughtful,  A lover of Time, a killer from crime, Her thoughts reflect in her shadows so fine . The bare walls trigger, All that she hides inside,  She giggles to herself, As she strolls in those lies. As her thoughts delicately dance, And they delicately glide, She lets her joy decorate, Her simple eyes. From a moment of felicity, Comes misery with a bribe, That has her frown, And dares her to pull out her knife. Her sweetened eyes grow wilder and wide, Her thoughts now dance a violent style, Straight from the abyss her devil does rise, And the grip of her knife, Tightens so neatly, and unkind. She stares at him, stern, As he stares back at her, sly Jeering at her, Echoing the agony of her life. Her scream brings a shiver down everyone's spine, As she rose from her chair, Charging to stab him, blind, And as the knife slides through his chest, she smiled, Looking at his now helpless, Oh! his helpless little eyes. "That's th...

Once upon a delirious night, sat a girl lost and thoughtful,   A lover of Time,  a killer from crime Her thoughts reflect in her shadows so fine The bare walls trigger All that she hides inside   She giggles to herself As she strolls in those lies As her thoughts delicately dance And they delicately glide She lets her joy decorate Her simple eyes From a moment of felicity Comes misery with a bribe That has her frown And dares her to pull out her knife Her sweetened eyes grow wilder and wide Her thoughts now dance a violent style Straight from the abyss her devil does rise And the grip of her knife Tightens so neatly, and unkind She stares at him stern As he stares back at her, sly Jeering at her Echoing the agony of her life Her scream brings a shiver down every ones spine As she rose from her chair Charging to stab him, blind And as the knife slides through his chest, she smiled Looking at his now hel...

In the tempting silence I sense this bitterness in the air, I hear my thoughts echo, but I see them vanish like a mist in open space. Word’s floating like little feathers, “..and they lived happily ever after with a baby boy and a dog to care for” contradicting the very same “… he died of a heart attack” or maybe a bullet. No matter what, ‘the not so nice end’ stands out right in front of you. Soft and slow, pinching in deeper and stronger; like an injection inserted in through your skin, however to come out as a knife from your stomach;  ones thoughts only seem to enjoy the play. How funny one is often found mocking fairy tales; jeering at their “happily ever afters” . So easily we take no notice of the frequently used phrases like “life is a bitter truth” or “life is just unfair”. Like a pinch of salt scattered about in a vessel meant to serve food to 10 persons; tasteless is what best describes those words. How simple it may seem talking about life using two or a few adjective...