Poetry apposed to another story and again another attempt
I’m going to hell in a heaven shaped basket,
fairies curse and bewitch your casket.
The silver lined clouds pass slowly on by,
is bending the truth just as bad as a lie?
Forget the rules that you are meant to abide,
don’t ever tell me that you have never tried.
Rain drops relieve the heat cracked ground,
spiders footsteps are a silent sound.
Past emotions capture my soul,
peeping through yet another key hole.
Letter, word ,puzzle and rhyme,
The bells of the clock at mid night chime.
A deadly hush cascades the town,
reddened eyes and a saddening frown.
Windows shatter to no more than a dust,
take your choice may it be love or lust.
We are still like children oblivious to the truth,
but can you prove your theory without proof?