One would think that

Eyes tell the truth

But this is not so

For eyes are merely

Puppets of the mind

A slave to the puppeteer

Eyes are the ones

That see your reflection

But the mind views it

Differently

With holes and gaps

And added pieces

No wonder you

See a monster

A shred of human

Not worthy of

Existence

'Is this the truth?'

You ask yourself

The mind responds

Loud and clear

'You are different

Flawed and imperfect

Everyone looks down on you

Because you

Don't belong'

You are alone

Alone in darkness

Only the sound

Of salty tears and

Broken spirits

No ones coming

Because they don't

Know that you exist.

You don't exist

Not anymore.

Streaks of paint on rosy cheeks

Don't forget that something reeks

Eyes that twinkle with delight

But you're painting in the night...

Your palate has one color only

Don't dismay, it's never lonely

You've made a room and tiny bed

So much to do with the color red

Outside, there brews a storm

But sticky paint keeps you warm

If you run out, there's always more

From the body on the floor

The canvas has a cheery glow

Let the velvet blood red paint flow

Sticky paint stains your fingers

Don't try to wash-it always lingers

Don't forget to clean up after

Or mom won't let you paint hereafter

Finger painting is such fun

After all your work is done

Clean your brushes, mop the floor

Then the body, you must store

Preserve the paint in silver foil

Wrap it tight so it won't spoil

I'll hang my painting in my room

A reminder of impending doom

We've had such fun with paint today

Let's hope the rain is here to stay

Is it possible

To see without eyes?

Or think with no mind?

You say no

But I can show you different

First my father died

A noose replaced his necktie

Then mother

One too many sleeping pills

My cousin next

champion swimmer

Found floating

Enough blood to fill a swimming pool

Nine year old sister

Didn't show up

to school in her bus

She was under it

Grandfather

Passed in his sleep

Aunt Judith

Tounge-tied

On her wrist

My best friend

Eyes gouged out

Arms where legs should be

And now

left here it's only me

The house

Dark and quiet

This room is square

My bed in one corner

In the other-a chair

In the light

Empty

But darkness falls

And eerie shadows

Dance the walls

I know he's there

He's waiting, patiently

In the chair that breathes

And lives and sees

It's watching me

I can't see him but

He can see me

I hear his presence

Whispers so quietly

"Time to die"

Time dances and flirts away

you realize, to your dismay

it can't be caught and can't be chased

it vanishes and gets replaced

with sorrow, loss and deep regret

the thing you want, you'll never get

the idea forms, it manifests

sneaks in close, then comes to rest

catching time is simple, see

the game is based on jealousy 

only you can stop the game

in doing so, must snuff the flame

you now play a game of chance,

you're life's the wager, take a glance 

the truth- it blossoms before your eyes

pupils widen with surprise

the idea that had taken hold,

it shrinks away, a tale untold

but a shadow lingers, can't you see?

the manifestation of your destiny