Counting Anna's tears.

Counting Anna's teaRs.
++++++++++++++++++++

Counting Anna's tears..
each one is a triumph..
(Sad as they are)
symbols of strength
capable of owning up
to fears.
(but each she sheds leaves
Scars.)

Pretty like a sunlit day
is a weak comparison..
But to say more would..
Lessen it all somehow.

So I sit quietly by the
Fire as she prays.
(Hatred of life still
creased across my brow.)

Her laughter warms
what flames could never
touch,..

this inner cold I've felt
Within so long..

But regardless that I
Crave such heat so much,
I'm afraid my tears could
Never be so strong.

J.s.h.

For my friend : Annabelle Lyons.

the sin eater.

The Sin Eater.
+++++++++++++

In my 13th
Life
I was a Vagrant
Paid
to eat the
Sins
of The Dead;

My fee?

A
Rusted Devils
Knife!

(to
cut up
Molded
Holy
Bread.)
+

The Angels
all
surely Hate
Me..

(but
most realize
The
Necessity.)

They
sit amongst
Old
Tombs
Lamenting!

(the
Loss of
All
Humanity.)

+
This
Time Around
Im
more of A
Voyeur;

(and
may The
Dead
Eat Their Own
Damn
Dead!)

Though mindful
still
of Lifes Destroyer!

(that Angel
Whispering
In
My Head.)

J.S.H.

Behind the screen

Behind the screen.
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Its not a dream,
(He said.)
Its not a dream!

Then awakens to
The nightmare in
His Head.

(and screams.)

Hello dear,

They call me
Thirteen.

Im the warden
(and a prison)
Here.

(In this place
Behind The
Screen.)

+

Tell me why
You
seem so Restless.

Why you pace
The
Floors and never
Sleep.

A
Victim
Thus
Because
Of
"This"!!!

("That" of
which we
Never
Speak.)

+

I too am
Lost
and Haunted,

Victimized
By
Endless Dark..

In this
Hateful
World
By
Monsters
taunted!

(A villain with
A
Heroes Heart.)

++++++

but..

Its not a dream
(I say.)
Its not a dream!

then
Awaken
To
The
Tragedy
Of
Yesterday!

(as death
Laughs
Behind The
Screen.)

J.S.H.