One Last Time :

     Tightly twisted twine of ore,
  Battered abused lying on the floor,
Tossed aside memories nightmares broken dreams and misery,
Stands a darkened shadow just outside the door,
  Whence nothing more tis but only mad men throwing bits of themselves into the sea,
  Dirty old men trying to sell parchment planks within the dime store walls, whilst whispering demons mocking seven angels singing lemonade for a nickel, lemonade for a nickel, Laughing none for thee nor sanity,
  Doest though remember the merry fire? fortune and fame for dying twas all just the same,
   Only silky sheer fading pictures lying on the bedroom floor,
Come all ye bastards, bitches and dirty needle heroin junkies,
   watching ants marching four by four across the bathroom floor entertainment for all! entertainment for all!
  She played that song on and on in her mind, one last time,

  Dark Poet
June 14, 2014