A sinking ship

Drowning in tumultuous waves

A golden hawk

Flying high in the twilight sky

A childs hand

Reaching for the sticky berries

A deep periwinkle coloring my life

Photo albums and scrapbooks

Inside jokes and bedtime stories

Childhood stuffed animals

And pages of doodles

All the laughter

The joy, the love

The memories of days long gone

Things were easier then

At least they appeared to be

Looking back at an idealistic past

Longing for a yesterday that never was

Rose colored lenses have clouded the view

Sometimes it's nice to forget

To put away all the bad

The hurt, the hatred

Some things should stay as history

Some things should never be forgotten

Photo albums and scrapbooks

Inside jokes and bedtime stories

Childhood stuffed animals

And pages of doodles

The laughter

The joy, the love

The memories that hold on

She is Me

I am Her

They are Us

We are Them

Midnight strikes

The crow caws

Glowing eyes

They awaken

(inspired by my lack of sleep)

time slipping through my fingers

as if I ever had any hold on it

was the past but a moment ago or several lifetimes?

Then is happening Now

and will recur forever

as long as you remember.

warm my fire with brimstone

let the sweet scent of sulfur flavor my blood

claim your pound of flesh

first come first serve

reserve my heart for the host

its only proper

let my screams be the soundtrack to dinner

so remember to tear out my throat last

sink your fangs into my meaty apendages

I reccomend my thigh for the juiciest cut

pick your teeth with my bones

but don't forget to suck out my marrow

I'm told its the best part

and tomorrow?

lets try something different

I'm sure i'd make a lovely stew

or casserole

stuffed lasanga

flesh pasta, fatty cheese and meat

in a bubbling red sauce

yum!