Black Beast

At the ticking of the clock the heartbeat comes to a sudden stop.
The body is drenched in the blood from the veins like wet black ink from an old scribbling pen, 
as it meets the paper it leaves it's mark; dark, tall, lean. 
A monster beneath that lovely face, the flesh, the scent, the body unknown, 
does anyone even seem to notice of how much the word sorry has left in despair, the world truly is not fair, 
The body is again all alone. 
Always alone. 
Alone.
A hole in the heart revealing every scar, every memory seems so far.
The cry of a baby in the ear rings, the lullaby of a mothers voice sings, 
but darkness has come with shadow and pain, a witness to what there is left to gain. 
Nothing it cries.
Over and over.
The body which slowly sinks as a captain and his wounded ship, 
taking the memories back to a long forgotten school field trip
the love and joy that once was there is broken as noone seems to care, 
of whom or which and when or why, even though it was worth a try.