black and white
made out of fragile cardboard pieces
staircase paradox 'round and down
gravity twisting and bending
cracked as Norman Bates
connecting and breaking and joining again
split in the middle sewn at the top
dichotomy of agonised screams
silent deliverance
there's blood on the curtain
and shadows in the halls
hollow bones on fire
empty soul aflame
heart and mind iced like wedding cake
dripping and melting on hot summer days
construction paper doesn't stand up
well against a wrecking ball
this sickening ghost town
crumbling under clouds of dust
ever ashen Vesuvius buried
barren unto horizons grey
and so this day the sun will set
upon this dreary life.