1 Ashes to Ashes
(Peter's P.O.V through time lost in the vortex of pain)
Oh God- Rowan
Pool of- lost so much- AB type- blood- transfusion
Cut off the chain? No! Keep it!
Need it when he if he arises
Never heard of a Gypsy
Sleeping BloodyBeauty with long blonde streaked
Hair matted so dark
On to the hospital- walls so clean and bright
Not red like Rowan's Rowan's pool
In a coma
May never
Wake up! Turn for the worse
Get better, please, pleading
Death is hovering
I'll stay with him
You need to rest Dwayne- But what if he wakes up?
He may never- damn the doctors!
He tried to hit back
Screaming Irish men left a boy so broken
Wrist ribs fingers nose soul body
Some scars opened 40 stitches total Frankenstein
Saw back and chest, scars and tattoos like
Stitched butterflies dancing clumping dyeing
Leaving their marks
On pale pale pale skin too much so much
Had to take pictures for files
Manila folders covered with vomit
Are you ok?
No never- I can't
Too much
I know
No you don't
I held his blood
Soaked my clothes not yours
His ruined garments didn't lie against your skin
Never forget the feeling
Slippery wet eel
So much more dead then alive
Breath machine breath for him
Can't hold on
Stay focused
Other kids to worry about
To help and care for
To watch over
Like a mother goose
But
Oh God,
Rowan
Sleeping
Screaming once, maybe twice then just
Stopping
Not moving
Still just sleeping
Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of posies
Ashes ashes
We all fall down
Down down down down down down down down
We all fall
Down
(Peter's P.O.V through time lost in the vortex of pain)
Oh God- Rowan
Pool of- lost so much- AB type- blood- transfusion
Cut off the chain? No! Keep it!
Need it when he if he arises
Never heard of a Gypsy
Sleeping BloodyBeauty with long blonde streaked
Hair matted so dark
On to the hospital- walls so clean and bright
Not red like Rowan's Rowan's pool
In a coma
May never
Wake up! Turn for the worse
Get better, please, pleading
Death is hovering
I'll stay with him
You need to rest Dwayne- But what if he wakes up?
He may never- damn the doctors!
He tried to hit back
Screaming Irish men left a boy so broken
Wrist ribs fingers nose soul body
Some scars opened 40 stitches total Frankenstein
Saw back and chest, scars and tattoos like
Stitched butterflies dancing clumping dyeing
Leaving their marks
On pale pale pale skin too much so much
Had to take pictures for files
Manila folders covered with vomit
Are you ok?
No never- I can't
Too much
I know
No you don't
I held his blood
Soaked my clothes not yours
His ruined garments didn't lie against your skin
Never forget the feeling
Slippery wet eel
So much more dead then alive
Breath machine breath for him
Can't hold on
Stay focused
Other kids to worry about
To help and care for
To watch over
Like a mother goose
But
Oh God,
Rowan
Sleeping
Screaming once, maybe twice then just
Stopping
Not moving
Still just sleeping
Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of posies
Ashes ashes
We all fall down
Down down down down down down down down
We all fall
Down
