Suppose Mary Poppins and Edgar Allen Poe were involved... |
Poppins n Poe So dark... so dis-seased... who could ever love someone so detrimental to his own health... so horrid, whose mind is infected with demons slowly coiling around the very fabric of his existence, ...dying in incriments, Who would care for someone so tormented by his own psychoogical retrospection... She does... One so luminous as to fill whatever dark shadow lurking behind him so sweet, so tender, yet powerful in her approach to advocate for him- for she claims love... Noone understands why, yet, they applaud still, even he has an eyebrow raised... Could it be? Someone to truly see what I could never see? What does she really want? What could I possibly give her? How could she to claim to love me!?! They are as night and day only experiencing each dusk and dawn, she plays with his Ravens while he takes a Spoonful of Sugar... Eventually the sun and the moon grow tired of hiding and demand to be seen, she grows tired of pulling cobwebs from her obsessive-compulsive lifestyle and his throat is parched from all that damn sugar! 'The sun has to shine one day...' she whispers, in which he replies,'Not while it rains and the moon cresends' 'it can't rain all the time...' she smiles, 'it has rained all my life... why should it stop now!' He frowns, then turns away fore he realizes it was nothing but a dream, how foolish of him to believe that in his tortured mind he could finally be at peace, atleast enough to experience the day... he walks away understanding this is how life is supposed to be. No birds chirping, only the tormented screams of crows No cheery music, only mind-wrenching thoughts of his disposition- parinoia, delusions, fear and anger No children laughing, only the whispers in the shadows... He goes off alone to save her from himself, She stands alone at dawn, then turns to morning... and guess who shows up? The dirty ass chimminey sweeper!! |