Tumbling into darkness

falling in to the never never

life seeps in to every pore

drowning my dreams

I wake

coughing up bits of reality

gasping for air

Tomorrows new day

Tainted by yesterdays filth

Lifeblood spills

on to the steps

that descend into madness

Ivory castles

Promises of hope

Illusions by madmen

That only want our money

Starving homeless children

Hundred thousand dollar Rolex

Educated

Uneducated

Dance with me darkness

Reaping must take a lot out of you

Does it ever end

Is there a vacation in your future

When it’s my turn

I’ll bring the soda

Maybe I can make you smile as you do your job

It must be hard

Always the bearer of sad news

Talk to me oh tree of life

Shade me with your branches

Feed me with your fruit

Just no apples please

I don’t like clothes

How many times must we do the same things

before we learn that there are other ways

waves wash on the beach

dancing corps

fluid motion

snack for crustaceans

somebody’s shattered dreams

reflect in your lifeless eyes

when we think of murderers

we see malicious acts

we see helpless victims

we may even see the pain of their death

but do we ever stop to think about

the mother’s day card in her purse

the excitement that she had

when she found just the right card

do we think about her anticipation

of the birthday party that she’ll never see

do we ever think about the point where her excitement

turned to blind terror

as bile crept up her throat

do we ever wonder about what she was thinking

do we stop and see the victim

as anything more than an unfortunate soul

why is it that we don’t step in to those last moments

is it our fear of our own mortality

do we fear the reaper

or just the unknown of what happens next

A killer takes

He takes

He takes life

He takes dreams

He takes future memories

Motherless children

Unaware of mommies pain and fear

Snuggled up in their beds

Heartbreak poised for the mornings attack

One moment in a life

That changes everything

Forever

 All because one person

Decided to take what wasn’t theirs

Lifeless body

She dances to the rhythm of the sea

 Tears of the little ones

stain pillows

For many nights to come.