Polly had a heart,
She really did,
But listening to those kids
Made her hate herself,
And everything else,
Until consumed with rage
She began to abuse herself,
Cigarette burns mixed with beauty spots,
Wine stains down her brand new top,
A knife coated in her crimson blood,
The cuts on her arm a sick sense of love,

Danny sold his soul,
Just for a taste,
Getting high meant that
There was less that he had to face,
But purple haze only lasts for a while,
And now all that’s left
Is a long faded smile.
He wakes up everyday and is sick,
The wound on his soul is a scab badly picked,
He is so numb he can’t even cry,
His only dream now is to die.

We’re falling apart with nothing but hate,
As we sit here alone in the darkness and wait,
So the C.D’s on pause
Cos’ I’m sick of this song,
I hope that you’ll hear me,
But I think that I’m wrong,
Forgive me for this
But I can’t hold me back,
My demons I’m afraid
Have emerged from the cracks
Of the mask that I
Made for myself,
So I hope that you’re good,
I’m not quite as well.

The rain falls and the sun departs,
The cloud shifts to cloak all the hearts
Of those in the city who pass slowly by,
Their lives and their dreams a horrible lie,
The wind scatters leaves across the street,
And life and death move on without missing a beat.

Mathew Lewis

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tragedy-in-four-parts/