The Killer
By Mark Spencer...
I know there are times when I treat you so bad
I don't give you the love and respect you deserve...
Please take a look at this picture before reading...
I'm eating breakfast
Sitting in my chair...
She sat in front of the mirror
and started to braid her hair...
You are crying,
Because you are dying...
A Tear of pain fills up her most beautiful eyes,
Shimmering in the dark behind her own disguise...
Pulling my hair,
Screeching your name...
The sky is grey, clouds are black
Smoke billows across bloodstained ground...
Locked, Into deep retrospection
Hind sight blinding, Interjection...
Darkness overcomes me
I've been given such a fright...
Holding in the tears,
As I stare into my porcelain sanctuary...