Poems by me

There was a chair in the air.

Tear it away from them.

The stem, it's growing higher and taller.

The colour of the dollar,

Its smaller than usual.

Call her; the author, for he brought her, taught her-

You can't slaughter her!

He saw her before her death!

Her last breath, she's in depth.

He's got wealth.

His cigarette is what he's got pressed against his lips.

He trips over her dead body.

Her hips, look ever so thin.

Her skin-

Was as white as snow, yes, but is now as cold as ice.

She's been within you.

But you would never want to touch her, hold her-

Or even kiss her.

She felt there was something wrong with her.

Its been like this all along!

The songs were all so wrong!

She was classical and he was EDM!

They just won't ever mash!

Her cash wasn't enough... there was a crash-

And slam!

The lamp fell down from the table breaking into pieces.

She had diseases.

He has a hypothesis.

She lied?

But why?

She died for him.

And him? He lived for her.

She was in the sky on a chair looking down at his actions.

Her reactions from what she is seeing.

This isn't him.

What'll happen next, my friend?

The end is near, and my time is almost done...