Contrary to popular belief, the death penalty

for ringing ringlets and ripping the roses from their cheeks

was a potent perfume plastered with fainting spells

and oh, so pleasant migraines smelled faintly of disease

poisoned cells traveling through their blood

with salty rivers following close behind

a fog that refuses to clear

and desperate to pass the time

Every second gathers more than fades

Every memory clumped together, a slide show with holes

and screws barely holding them together

whisper with a thought

"maybe one more prayer can save me now"

you add a few more tearless seconds to the mass

your broken heart holding tune

it's a little darker

when I'm hovering around you