So soon | victemofsuicide's Blog

The Chair sat by the table,

The Chair sat alone on the ramp,

The Chair sat in the dark,

The Chair, didn't move.

Rusted and red,

broken and unkept,

bruised and torn,

The Chair sat alone.

Not to be seen, or even touched,

this Chair, this old Chair.

Cobwebs and songs,

songs of a rose.

A dead rose in a beer can.

A glass bottle,

covered in wax. Dried, dead, wax.

A spider.

All hope is lost.

Sing

to

me. The Chair falls.

Scream.

A tree with nubs, leaves, sway in the wind. NO MORE!

eyes. See to much, not enough?

I thought so. The Chair thought so.

Layered with dust.

Sprinkled with hate.

Stabbed, with love.

The Chair.

flowers don't HELP no more.

NO MORE

sing

to

Chair. I fall.

Broke? Fix-NO!

Hello? Good bye?

So soon. So soon. So soon.

The Chair

is gone.