The clock in the room reads a quarter past twenty,
The vending machines vend only things empty,
The door is laid open with a red-painted plank,
The walls wax grey while the mirror reads blank.

Drink non-toxic cyanide from a guilt infused can,
Fry non-edible waste in a grease-crusted pan,
While crows peck your wrists until water is bled,
The radio screams and the paintings drop dead.

Let the media come to broadcast your loss,
Let the liars come to create more chaos,
Let the anarchists come and paint your world red,
Let the knights be no more and the dragons be dead.

If Snow White had never awoken,
What of her tale would still have been spoken?
If Cinderella herself had retrieved her glass shoe,
Then what would her prince have had not to do?

He was your everything, your dark and your light,
Your hot and your cold, your day and your night.
So dim all the candles and blow out the tapers,
Blacken the floors and burn the newspapers.

Drown the compassion with anger and sorrow,
Sit through his night and dread your tomorrow,
Ponder the papers and pills by your bed,
Make the sign of the cross and place ash on your head.

Crash your computer and break in your phone,
Lock all your windows and live life alone,
Bar your door shut with your red-painted plank,
Remove all the mirrors but the one that shows blank.

AN: I just had to get this idea out. If you have ever experienced bereavement or loss of any kind, I hope you can relate to this. First try at rhyming properly. Reviews needed seriously -begs- Thank you (: