The Night, The Cut, The Kill.

As we burn it down and loot the ground what are we really taking?

Things that no one needs but still we plead for mobile phones and TV shows

Are we really history in the making.

With a whirlwind of pain, things wrapped in cellophane were held in higher esteem than a life

He was on his way home, never thought he'd die alone, when the open wound came from a knife

So sorry to see you this way.

It's so common,

"It wasn't his day".

Poker faced nurses that have all just rehearsed this cover his face where he lay.

His future wasn't theirs for the taking.

Window.

No words contain

Enough to make a change

More than the one's you used tonight

Short lived and concise

Like a razor to a heart

Or a finger to a harp

When the statement had been said

Upon the warning signs I tread

As if the blankets were pulled to

From a window with a view

That you haven't seen for weeks

This is all a person seeks

An open window to let in the light

And someone to talk to day or night

So thank you for those words

I finally have heard

What I need to hear

And know now why I'm here.

(sorry about how crude this one is, I'm just getting back into the swing of things.)

An Apology.

As She walks into the Café He tingles with nerves.

As She sits and looks he can't quite find the words.

As He stumbles through thoughts She looks ashamed.

As He notices that He's lost all the trust He gained.

Now She tells Him why She must leave, all the reasons why.

Now He listens and knows instantly that He should have tried.

Now more than ever to be the man She thought Him to be.

Now is the moment that will change Him and truthfully,

I'm glad of it so He knows what He's done,

I'm now the witness to a man on the run,

I'm not sure where He's going but it's got to be better than what He used to be.

When the hideous man i saw in the mirror was Me.

O.