The masks are off, the play is done. Players drifted off and right has won. I have no time nor inclination For false refutes and indignation. So what is left is left behind The play itself begins to unwind. The audience drifted away Empty theater and empty minds hold sway.
She had a black heart, Black as coal. Cold as a moonless winter. Wrapped it around her victims, Strangled them left them for dead. But they rose up Sent her an evil lover To wrap his dark mind around hers, Rip out what was left of her black heart. and he left her as a… Continue reading Black Heart
There are those that are dead There are those that are dying There are those that are dead inside crying For someone to notice and care Cry out for attention and love By spewing hatred and venom They poison themselves and lose all hope.
The shop girl turned the sign, Left the stage, Twisted up with anger and rage. The customers never came to buy, All the goods, the tricked up lie. Implausible reality stepped in With a wicked walk and grin. You see my dear you oversold, Strident instead of bold. Such strange things you tried to sell.… Continue reading Implausible Reality
It grabs you silently by the heart Gives you a sudden start. Fending off yet another Possible, maybe lover. Sexting, email all are suspect Loss of all your own self-respect. Chase them down give them misery Such is your sad history. Look in the mirror long and hard Shatter your love shard by shard. Can’t… Continue reading Green Eyed Monster
Monkey see, Monkey do Don’t think for yourself Just follow along with the crew REPEAT, REPEAT, REPEAT Not like you will ever meet Your victims. Attack mindlessly as you are told Doesn’t matter if it is true Your soul has been sold To the wicked witch.
You think I don’t see you? You think I am naive. Slinking around on your belly while your curiosity you relieve Say hello to your little friends I know they are here too. I know you see By the things that you do. You are silly and strange Bought really cheap Information you arrange To… Continue reading Welcome little spy
Her eyes were empty Empty as her soul, blank as the faces of her dolls Sitting dusty on the shelf. Devoid of love and feeling; Devoid of empathy and justice; Devoid of everything. Empty, Seeking solace in nothingness. She knows not peace. But sits empty. Voided by life and her black heart. Made bitter by… Continue reading Empty eyes