In saddest phrase
a broken look
sat upon the arch
the sun now setting
the heat had took
in the month of march
the look attached to a girl
who goes by the guise Madie
simple around the surface
with skins of grey
a tone so madly
in love with its own purpose
darkened eyes
with dread they see
acting out sarcastically
frail and lithe
petite defeat
lashing out romantically
rumors down the grape vine
a poison soaked in bleach
of carnivorous licking
lewd the rumor vine
and walks down ruined beach
the dooms day clock is ticking
the girls whose face
is lifeless like i said
over missing miles
now belong to the dead
portraits painted in blood
become a daily curse
a sinful silent prayer
each night now to rehearse
dead sat alone
alone upon the hill
wanting, waiting, wishing.
the worm the bird should kill
in moments before
or maybe sometime after
what a rush, what a thrill
all she heard was laughter
the ending remains
a miserable mystery
but still each time
cant help recall
the moment you kissed me
