Crack-up,

A stained window, a broken pane
A distorted vision, colorless again
A dark alley, echocing with voices,
A lost day, without any choices,

A scarred body, scatched again,
A soiled soul, crippled in pain,

Grab a ray, the sun will set
Chase a smile, love will reject
Touch the ripples, stillness will regret

Attempt to stand, to stagger and fall
Search for the present, and past will recall

Scratch the wounds, guilt floods
Smell the acrid, scent of blood

Choke, cry and ask the why
Breathe again only to die

-Monica

Random Thoughts...

All ruined.....ashes, carcasses, hollowness......pain again, dull but deep.....gashes that leave a numbing ache.....acrid memories.....stale fragrances....dead tears....empty emotions....caustic smiles...a soiled soul.....a beating heart.......and nothingness!