Rotten Apple

Compliments didn't give anything to her
Neither a blush, not a blink of an eye
It didn't even bring a stir
To the soul that thought this a preposterous lie.


Nobody checked out because they couldn't check in
The entrance was strongly sealed
But behind that entrance, within
A light of hope wanted to be revealed.


But she resisted it and that could have been seen
She kept repressing it more and more
Until that little chance of her change had been
Putrefied like a rotten apple's core.

Forwarding Nothingness

Let me go to sleep and wake me
Ten minutes before I die.
Please! Please! Have mercy!
I promise I won't cry!


Just make it all stop or press forward
Don't make me be a witness of this.
Or redirect it toward
Another life that I won't surely miss.


Make me old, wrinkled and alone
To say to this world 'Goodbye!'
Flesh and bone with a heart as stone
Please... I promise I won't cry.