The shooting star

My broken heart,

A fleeting dart 

Shredding two lives apart.

A closing door 

Beside a smoking whore,

This is what he adored 

Silencing a ravaged lore.

A crashing plane 

My messed-up brain,

A raging train 

This scorching pain.

They longed to elope

Flashing a hanging rope,

A false hope 

Her bubble of soap.

**************

I open my eyes,

See nothing but a knife;

Held so tight

Have I killed someone tonight?

I lay in darkness,

It's so cold outside;

Yet I feel the warmth of the corpse beside.