Dead Ducks Drown

overjoyed, a feeling falling soon sweeping low, a curtian tumbling, on a scene that can never show. fleeting substance quick to evapourate nothing more than everything and everything less than nothing i do not now know what i am becoming. fallen fast smiles can never last. catching all the rain the tears, the blood every ounce of pain a smile.. gracing faces laughter cold, never heard something obscene but not absurd. i love you and yet i hate every waking moment you have i wish then for this to all end something quick and easy like, a penknife jabbed in a letter nothing said but nothing's better so what now? where are we and what we were? who was here and who was her? early morning grieving loss something precious can never be lost and yet my ring clanks down teh drain the diamond hopes i shall never find again undo the drain and through the mess i cant find her thats said best. so now, wander on alone... the curtain rotted the scene ayways shown. the gasping audience and charismatic gleam i guess then this play was not all that she seemed. so alone and yet so crowded nothing i have is not teh same as everyone else and yet here i am on me... you pin pinning for a lost blame. take your bows now and stand up straight first position fifth.. third, and once again, turn your hips girls are pretty. mice like cats and cats like men, graceful careful stepping around the mess falling now the clocks ticking backwards no long is this sensical birds flying upside down i wonder now how long till dead ducks drown? so now we ponder the impossible while bloated wildlife haunts our dreams the dying wails of a small chlid tipped in a wading pool of tupertine forced face under now again how parents can blunder. and so it was an accident? insurance fraud maybe let's not forget the fatc the girl was hardly wet just her head but then again some heard that she exclaimed i am better off dead. so young, and so pure 13, and she smoked crack she fucked her step dad and sold hash she did it all, she wasn't so innocent though she was so small. fragile even life would be a thread holding together all teh seams and yet how pretty it is too see it all fray and fall apart to watch teh pain from the start. so do your drugs and fuck your boyfriend watch your pornos live like life will never end the curtain always has to fall then the end is there and unfortunately you deserve no chorus line you need not bow or courtsey the crowd will cheer when you hit the stage like all the bodies in King Lear. so fuck the world, go ahead remeber darling life is best, when you're dead. xoxo Kyelle