the clapping hands smacking hard on the skin,
as the performance of the lies is about to begin,
the curtains rise to show based on something true,
but the audience turns around focused on you,
actors pretend to play characters based on your friends,
being lies told about you as it never ends,
until the worst of all is played on the stage,
pushing to the point of uncontrollable rage,
bursting out running down to jump through the crowd,
the shouting into the theater ever so loud,
taking the prop knife and killing them all,
covered in the blood which stains the stage floor,
finally showing you have real emotions and not fake,
the crowd claps at the end for how long would it take.

sparkles in the eyes fade away to blips of occasional light,
once was many but now just reminders being not bright,
seeing in others the brightness so much it ignites their souls,
moving ahead in leaps to reach their distant goals,
watching from far now in this place with only a good view,
as the passing time is the only thing that makes anything new,
pressure to perform when nothing happens in the end,
with the road ahead unknown what is around the bend,
no gas to fill a tank that does is rusting away,
remembering only times in the past back to a better day.

all was good in the valley of dreams come true,
until the moment a person arrived new,
his dreams first annoyed others from their bliss,
he would come along wanting and dreaming a kiss,
then his dreams were twisted and sick,
instead of a kiss this involved his dick,
fantasies of sexual desires for those around,
this is when they all dreamed him bound,
he simply dreamed to be free,
then the others bowed to one knee,
underestimating his powers over all,
they now live in a nightmare and crawl,
unable to think more to be happy again in this land,
as now the fields turned to desert sand.

mountain so high to climb was their dream,
they set out to make the top as a team,
a cold front hits as they seek shelter on the side of the rock,
dropping by accident his left soaked sock,
the leader so determined to win,
while the others being one fat and one thin,
checking the toes for signs of frost bite,
before they settle to sleep for the night,
the sun rises the next day as they all wake,
their joints and muscles so cold they ache,
looking to the top seeing the summit,
one slips to almost plummet,
dragging the others tied together in a line,
realizing a flaw in that design,
they all are pulled over the side,
falling to their death because the last guy was so wide.

a small amount of blue seen through the forest of trees,
smelling of the flowers in the fields making me sneeze,
running through the middle along the stone,
getting more deeper to feeling completely alone,
getting darker the more i run,
no longer able to see the fields which i begun,
nothing but blackness the further i go,
trying to remember but now i do not know,
using my senses remembering one thing,
the one tree which the wind blows through to sing,
hearing it still nearby to follow the sound,
finding my way out from being lost to the sacred ground.

like a sparkle in the eye with reflections of the fireplace,
the cracks of his wrinkled skin with greying beard on his face,
his hands busy building the model as a hobby to be fun,
smelling the glue and fresh plastics until the rising of the sun,
the roosters call as he looks around wondering why,
blinking wildly with haziness in the head of eyes so dry,
standing up then looking down at the plane he makes,
sitting all night he cracks his back that continually aches,
the creation completed for his grandson still sleeping in,
he puts the model at the bedside table with a huge grin,
the child wakes at the alarm going off next to the bed,
with the plane sitting next to it as he slowly turns his head,
raising his hand then slamming it down hard on the plane,
stabbed in with the propeller causing him a lot of pain,
the grandfathers all night effort destroyed in a second with that boy,
he pulls it out throwing it away for it was still a memorable toy.

darkness in the clouds that flash with thunder,
as below the volcanic melts the rock from under,
she stands on a dry part of dirt,
wearing tight top with short skirt,
as her opponent being also her ex boyfriend stands,
he looks at her but he understands,
they fight in this hell with weapons left at the sides,
with a sword she cuts with metal grinding slides,
he defends with shield and short blade,
as all burning hate in her strength fades,
she kneels down unable to fight anymore,
as he drops his weapons to hold and adore,
promised to never hurt again,
as he feels a deep welling pain,
she stabbed him with a hidden knife,
just before he was going to ask her to be his wife.

grinding two rocks between her hands,
as the master of the temple tells his demands,
do this and that without comment,
or to your death you get sent,
aches and pains in muscles of work,
for this master being a jerk,
they get whipped while walking in chains,
that night is really measured in pains,
doing this work for him is a must,
as the ground rocks are now nothing but dust,
thrown in the eyes of a guard to blind,
the slaves all escaped leaving one behind,
facing her master alone to fight,
as she stabs while waiting for his face to turn white,
nothing but echoes of a past forgotten,
nothing more than the food gone rotten,
time passes with a new master driving slaves,
she only replaced him with no one she saves.

faded sights of memories touch with dust in the eye,
more comes in particles making it cry,
blinking wildly as it scratches deep,
as some flows out as the tears weep,
rubbing more making red to that place,
the dust further along the wrinkled face,
inside the nose making it harder to breathe,
blowing it off and wiping on the sleeve,
more dust is there as it settled on the shoulders,
coughing out the dust as it now smoulders,
flakes of burning paper ignite the hair,
making darker a skin so fair,
suffocation with blinded vision,
which way to go without a decision,
no way correct as rumbles shake the ground,
the deafening burst as no more sound,
nothing seen and heard or tasted with no inhale,
alone in death as it was meant to fail.

A ghost moves through the walls,
a woman closes her eyes asleep she falls,
seeing her floating away in a dream,
he floats down inside her life stream,
entering her taking control,
he moves making her roll,
opening eyes seeing the floor there,
he stands her up in underwear,
looking around shocked to be alive,
remembering he didn't survive,
running outside to get in her car,
driving down the road not far,
entering house with no light,
calling a name in the dark of night,
into the room to see his wife with a guy,
he's the one who caused his death telling a lie,
choking him with both hands,
his wife jumps up and stands,
straining with weakness pulling her off,
he moves and begins to cough,
the wife holding a gun pointed straight,
full of stressing hate,
pleading with her he is a ghost inside another,
proving it by telling a story of her mother,
a shot from his wives gun spraying red,
killing him with a bullet in the head,
startled the spirit goes back in the girl,
she wakes to blood everywhere and begins to hurl.