Pillow Talk

Do you know what it smells like to die?  It smells like me

If only pillows talked-what stories they could tell
My pillow witnessed many a thing- in this life that I call hell


My pillow is a fluffy thing
without it-I can hardly sleep

I snuggle up-my sweet dreams near
Mind of it's own it has- I fear

My pillows such a harmless thing
Moves of it's own accord- it seems

And then-my pillow talks to me
It holds me down- I'm struggling

My hot wet breath fills up my nose
It smells like me when I explode

Fireworks go off in my eyes
then fade to black as- eye sight dies

With burning lungs- I pummel death
legs kicking hard- cloth steals my breath

And with it takes my worst and best
So ends my Ballet dance with death

Oh I know how it smells to die
It smells like me- I say goodbye

My movements stop-deaths not so bad
Till pillow laughing-sounds like DAD

LAST THOUGHT    LAST THOUGHT          LIFE UNFAIR


DADS DONE     RESTS IN EASY CHAIR