Burnt Black Petals

Hello? Hello?
I can vaguely see you don't care.
Passed the rings of the tune sung
Noise of all,
I can see
You don't care.
 

The first time I saw them was when the tree's shedded their silk,

Holding the others hands and breathing in the world.

When their white, loose clothes

Fluttered in the breeze,

I can feel something sqeezing my feet, pulling me down.
It hurts.
I look over.
Nothing is there.
There is an agressive pressure,
Opressive.
Dangerous.
If it crushed my feet
and turned them into a bloody pulp

Have you seen a bird stop mid-song
And fly away without a sound?
Have you seen a cat stop purring or playing
And quickly run away at nothing?
Have you seen a dog pause
And growl
Shrinking from empty air?

The last time I saw her was on midsummer’s eve,

holding a white lilly with a sad look on her face.

As her light brown and wavy hair was

Flowing in the wind,

As her face was turned to the constantly moving air,

Do you honestly think that I feel pity for you?
Hah.
Cry me a river?
It would be blacker than your lies.
Your tears are thick like the sewage you are spewing
Your sobs are faker than your stories