It’s the joker they see
But
they’re laughing at me
It won’t show
where it really hurts
on the inside
So you’re the
stand-up comic
But
the joke’s on me
It won’t make
any difference
‘cos what you say
is what they see
But
when the bell rings
and your playtime
is over
who will care
and help you mend?
And when I
need a friend
to stick
to the end
the last person
I’d look for
is you
© Kait King, 2015
It’s your specialty
how you play with me
with mind
in motion
and bodies in ecstasy
Charged
Divine
your laugh trapped in time
Secretly, you practice
your lines
A mirror glance
poison flows
those eyes watch with compare
assessing what you
haven’t got
collapsing in despair
And everybody
Knows….
© Kait King, 2015
A velvet darkness
swallows me whole
squashing my air out
taking it’s toll
and all I want
is to breathe again
to run and laugh
with no restraints
The lost and forgotten
never truly gone
hanging on to your spirit
in some shape or form
But the velvet sleep
has a warming charm
as the comfort of death
it means you no harm
Succumb as you must
to it’s deathly grip
For you are the captain
and must go down with your ship
© Kait King, 2015
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