White hands

Veined like lined paper

Shivering, wavering,

Catching the paper demons

Engraved in the heart;

                        The mind;

                                    The soul.

Purple lips

Shriveled like dark raisins

Downing, drowning,

The bitter cough syrup

Tickles

            And

                        Trickles

Down

Delicate throats.

Black eyes

Shattered like glass windows

Staring, uncaring,

Sweet songs of life

Slowly fading

            Into

                        The

                                    Night.