Blue Murder

Dusk and dawn, in two same times,
On one side of the room darkness, choice of sleep,
On the other light, the working day,
Blinds closed so even the lighter half is dark,
Day and night at one and still apart,

In times ahead sleeping eyes blinded,
Where will and want is free but undecided,
Where breathing costs you, profit from your life and air,
Something unseen that makes you rot away,
In peril times your heart is a gold mine to many hands,
Confined in a room where you’re unhealthily, saddening existence sleeps and never evolves,

To much now given to the human hands,
Too much now found and reached, not planned,
Foolish that everything has fallen and controlled us,
Greed our form of the worst stupidity,
Brought and paid and now enslaved,
Making day night, lying to yourself is optional now,

Foolish that you fell into you’re own trap,
Expense to hold up your hand,
At an auction, every movement noticed and bound,
By beady black eyes, watchful, renowned,
Laughing only raises the bill, running, jogging,
Your heart beats faster, as each double pump passes it is forgotten
And counted, growing more expensive.

With each breath taken in with mild desperation,
Like a parking metre decreasing in time and increasing in need of profit,
Last few coins in your pail and weakening hands,
Shaking as you enter them in and watch the arrow move slowly up,
Eyes moving up gradually as you bang the metre,
It must be lying, you beg it to me lying,
Ten minutes only left.

Pulling yourself together, zipping up the fake shell,
You watch his face, the oxygen mask around,
Pull the blind down, the nighttime print,
A dark shape of blue material with gold entwined as stars,
Reading a happy bedtime story, crying. Last ten minutes and you are useless,
Cannot pay anymore. Hysterical.

The machine, your child, finally cannot pay the bill of the raising fee,
A life that can only be saved by money,
Our world today only in for profit, a weakness that is more feeble then tears,
A mother destroyed because of selfish, money grabbing faces.

Death report like a parking ticket in your hands.