Turn to Dust

Bones creak and break And life wears away

Maltreat

Horror runs through my veins And dries the tears on my cheeks

Without much feeling, without much feeling, he wondered why.

Roadkill diaries Are quickly done The words fall flat

Creativity kills me As my muse expires

The wind picks up Slanting the rain

This house is haunted By the memories of us

I stood aflame In a fiery ruby-red

Uncontrollable rage Undeniable

A terrifying form Of hide and seek