mouth to ear ( happy halloween).

I imagine him far away somewhere
Drowning in a cesspool of rotting hearts
And black roses,

Red would just be to much
For my mind to handle,

I imagine white drapes
stained with affliction,

a dirty pile of cigarettes
ashes of his addiction,

And burning candles
on a chandelier,

Notes to all the victims parents
Confessions from mouth to ear

Like one of those sugar dolls
That never made it out of the box,

But smiles still throughout
Cutout cardboard holes,

Neatly folded are the notes
bound by silk and thread,

the veins inside their throats
explanations on why they're dead,

each particular parcel
upon the lips
resting on lying tongues
of their decapitated heads,

now you may right well see
why black roses were on display

so much red amongst them
and someone had to pay,
for throwing his love away.

nardine Sanderson 26/10/2015.