Rhyming riddles rightfully written,
killing creativity careful kitten,
sewing strings strong setting sails,
with words awaken wandering whales,
helping hope has happiness heaps,
peoples permissions perverted peeps,
crossed creases clever clowns,
dread drives deep drunken drowns,
beaches bash bubbles beyond borders,
originally occasions of open orders,
taken turns twisting tall toxic trough,
eventually entering ends enough.

Cut off from the tether of two,
the meaning sort to find about you,
but nothing is found in the dream,
lost forever down the river stream,
soaked into skin the tears cried,
because of the jokes you lied,
screaming thoughts echo inside,
as i went along the alone ride,
kept feelings of deep emotion,
because i felt that love and devotion,
now in darkness is my safe place,
to forget the memory of your face,
pressed down deep are no more tears,
my eye sink and roll over as all disappears,
i was someone when joined to your tether,
now i am nothing since we are not together.

The golden throne detailed chair,
draped over with golden hair,
hand lifeless hanging down,
head wrapped by sparkling crown,
atop the darkness cracks the ceiling,
falling pieces after they were unpeeling,
crashing down heavy stone,
luckily being completely alone,
smaller pieces turn to dust,
metal of the swords now rust,
nothing left to see with no light,
being the darkest of the night,
not even a star is seen outside,
across the horizon far and wide,
the last of the bricks covered in vine,
at one point it was all mine,
still is but now broken and old,
now the riches being stained gold,
a memory to modern carved by hand,
now just bones and rags buried in the land.

Floating ash resembles shapes of walls,
echoes inside of screaming voices calls,
a face to focus in smokes rise,
thoughts are of is that a disguise,
satisfied flicker of hope blackened veins,
glowing to peel skin from constant strains,
over the horizon is another path,
rushing blood fills the plugless bath,
tap turned off but still it grows,
unable to stop as it overflows,
spilling with splatters of droplets across,
draining the life which is a loss,
scenes of decaying cracked paint dry,
sinking below with a wonder of why.

Strangles of vines creep over hills,
blood and gore with more kills,
twisting trunk of a tree,
prisoners never set free,
dropping apple to the ground,
a grenade exploding sound,
the broken branch snaps,
caught people in wood spiked traps,
leaves rustle from winds blow,
surrounded with not a way to go,
it encloses petals the same way,
until the light of the sun the next day.

Dust in flames engulfed in memory fade,
shadowed enemies unseen in shade,
white gift blends into milky streams,
drunken liquids induce those dreams,
swollen underneath skin known by all,
unable to lift hands or voice with a call,
sweat drains dripping into puddles reflect,
years seemed each day a neglect,
hostile bruises match size of fists,
caring for sorrow wants then resists,
magic to curse while bringing the true,
perhaps its figure is only you.

Around in circles stuck in a rut,
empty space felt inside the gut,
moving ahead by momentum of falls,
never ending amount of calls,
unable to focus since dizziness prevails,
scrapes across the floor leaving spun trails,
collapsing in a heap on that floor,
nothing achieved by nothing more,
energy used by not satisfied,
droplets seal the lines cried,
now old and unable to move,
what was life but something to prove,
nothing to show by a set goal,
to eventually buried in a deep hole.

Pulling the shirt to ask a question,
but never listening to the suggestion,
turning away when times tough,
avoiding when getting too rough,
trust fails when the blame is set,
never knowing what I would get,
listening and trying to be helpful too,
for the moment is spoken only of you,
wanting answers when I'm not the one,
I want to just speak to have fun,
but it seems to hard when nothing good said,
just mashing up inside my head,
Happiness is so easy to achieve,
but so is when its time to leave.

Then there was darkness with absence of light,
Some animals adjusted to the useless sight,
using their smells and touch to get around,
the ears grew larger to hear every sound,
using fingers to grab and to told,
with no light means no heat when gets cold,
thick fur pushes from smooth skin,
the hair grows thicker when used to be thin,
a ticking sound made from mouth to hear,
almost like seeing the object appear,
adjusting to all nature throws,
but if the light came back no one knows.

Rest assured it seems,
as come true all your dreams,
follow those things,
except without wings,
come to the perfect conclusion,
but this is not an illusion,
face those fears,
as it never disappears,
remain in shock at its real,
the true natures reveal,
hold and treasure this too,
love and peace for all of you.