No One Won

Meter man came

handing down 

damnation in a

final draft through 

this dimension.

 

So close,

so warm

and embracing

were the needles

inside evils

dissension.

 

Old man

killed his wife

for money

so he could rob

light from my princess,

my love.

 

Her bright

blue eyes

said goodbye

in the morning light

through an

uneasy shove.
 

Bled dry

and cauterised

as if now

it would even

motherfucking

matter.

 

The wicked

old glass

stared down

the hall

through mirrors

at the mad hatter.

 

The burn

causing tears

to form

in the eyes

of the ghost

I once claimed

to be.

 

Our production crew

cut back costs 

diffusing

any chance

of sanity

I could see.

 

Suicide

runs round

the rope

but I gave

it away

so I could just

go get the gun.

 

In this

rhetoric

of heartbreak

you will witness

my end

realizing

no one won.