wakey wakey looking like a witch,
emotionally all things said sound like a bitch,
hair is pointing everywhere in tangles spread,
in the mirror your eyes only see a fucked shaped head,
yawning loud to smell your own breath,
waiting for coffee as feeling like death,
boiling water as it slowly heats,
with the brain pounding with pulsing beats,
looking at the clock confused about the digit,
looking closer to realize its legit,
the heart-rate increases as it spelled late,
feeling towards yourself a complete hate,
rushing around making more insane to match the hair,
finding two socks to make a pair,
throwing something on being the wrong way,
then running outside realizing its fucking Sunday,
turning around needing to pee,
then realizing you forgot your door key.

mystic cave of crystal wonder,
they crawl inside from under,
the glow and shine lighting the water,
bringing behind holding his daughter,
a place to heal her sickness to cure,
her heart inside innocent and pure,
coming to the healing purple crystals light,
he places her down seeing her pale white,
reaching out and touching the sharp tip,
cutting his hand he bites his bottom lip,
blood flows then heals quick,
as he daughter from the light stops being sick,
dark eyes fade and skin no longer pale,
he smiles as his quest did not fail,
leaving the caves they stand outside in the rain,
her sickness returns because she should remain,
they go back inside as the mud seals the hole,
she gets inside as the others roll,
getting trapped under mud she cries,
knowing she lives but her father dies.

the army marches out on the field of green,
with the enemy in sight through the fog seen,
beasts of evil covered in hair,
with teeth ready sharp to tare,
no formation from them only groups to surround,
while the humans stand in squares standing their ground,
the beasts attack moving fast on four legs sprinting,
with the human general looking ahead squinting,
they prepare to fight with horses running in first,
as the beasts drool with a blood-thirst,
throwing spears hitting only a few,
the beasts jump ripping through,
biting man and horse to kill,
as the general looks from far seeing they have skill,
calling forward the archers to fire,
as the beasts look ahead with more desire,
the arrows fly silently in the air above in lines,
casting a shadow as flesh it combines,
again they fire cutting into beast meat,
the rest run away in admitting defeat,
the general moves forwards to hunt them down,
after they destroyed his home town.

deep dreams of speaking voices,
asking questions but with no choices,
the answers i don't know,
because i have to go,
changing my mind,
wanting to leave behind,
it doesn't need to hurt,
not anymore an expert,
the mind makes a shape,
both sides a window drape,
somewhere to dive,
in a dream i would survive,
falling down deep,
hitting back in while asleep,
jumping from the sudden impact,
i calm with nothing cracked,
the pillow hugs my head,
a dream i saw to dread.

eating away at the life to be cut short,
where is the lesson in life ever taught,
a machine tries to prolong what little is left behind,
pale face with bald head constantly to remind,
scattered memories of times with fun,
playing together outside in the warmth of the sun,
now lit is skin by fluorescent light,
a kiss on the head tucking in tight,
hoping and thinking a question for the answer,
taken the life as the cause was the cancer.

the swamp has mist hovering over in a cloud,
as a crow squawks from a tree loud,
the mud bubbles from depths of smaller creatures breath,
spelled by rotting larger animals in trapped death,
flying by to land on a stick pointing through the mud,
a bug holding on pretending to be a bit of crud,
a feather falls spinning as it hits the bug down,
sinking into the mud below to drown,
the crows eye turns white with a blink,
watching as the little bug begins to sink,
flying down picking it up in his beak,
the little bug so innocent and weak,
another eye opens behind the crow,
snapping it to eat was a crocodile hiding as the bug already was to know,
as the bug crawls out of the dead birds mouth around,
with the crocodile swallowing the bird making a crunching sound,
the bug sitting on the crocodiles head, being the weaker but having a bigger friend instead.

holding the wood for the fire under his arm,
the cows moo at him on the farm,
going inside to start the fire for the night,
a spider crawls from a log giving a fright,
he falls back bumping his head on the table,
awakening later with moving unable,
injuring his back the spider now on his chest,
not moving it looks like having a rest,
feeling comes back into his hands and feet,
as the spider keeps warm from his body heat,
grabbing a newspaper the farmer grabs to hit,
because he will kill it not wanting to get bit,
toes begin to move as his feeling returns,
built up strength to kill it ending his concerns,
crushing the spider on his shirt,
the blood inside green and red squirt,
dead spider rolls off him as he turns around,
not moving as it hits the ground,
but the spiders method was not to hurt him at all,
but keep him still from his fall,
for moving he now snapped the cord injured in his back,
when he should have remained still instead of attack.

broken sink with water spraying over the floor,
the plumber man knocks on the front door,
bringing him in quick to fix the leak,
with her stress levels making her weak,
he finds the part tightening the screw,
exposing his butt-crack certified as she knew,
writing out the bill he gives her it quick,
then she looks at how much almost being sick,
complaining and pointing how easy it was to fix the bolt,
he kneels back down loosening it to recreate the fault,
she complains more as he packs up his things,
she kneels in there being sprayed so hard it stings,
trying to fix it herself she doesn't have the knowledge to do,
calling him in again to fix he should have charged her double this time too.

intelligent girl writes answers to the test,
all her friends around cheat thinking shes the best,
writing the answers when the teacher doesn't look,
none of them except the girl actually read the book,
then comes a day when another test is set,
she writes her answers but cheating she will not let,
as others try to look but cannot see,
they cannot answer the questions easy,
all struggle and sweat while she keeps arms fold,
they don't know anything about the story told,
the girl read it understanding the text,
it was about others cheating and what comes next,
nothing is learned by copy and paste,
when we have no experience it becomes a waste.

stabbing the pencil into my heart,
then pulling it out to write this part,
swirling the curves of words together in lines,
then drawing the emotions in my designs,
red marks with crossing dry and wet,
some small details to not forget,
the fading shapes as my eyes go black,
as blood spreads over the writing to never come back.