D 2

and you're underground

and you're screaming and laughing

and drowing in that black grease

and you no longer occupy any part of me

i hope it swallows you

i hope your scaly skin falls off

your screams are muted

and all that surrounds you

is righteous judgement

because no one cares about you anymore

and no one thinks you are anything

you will be nothing but yellow bones

all traces of the villian you once played

the tree, the sun

burn away with the stink of flesh

in the air

but your screams are not heard

nor is your laughter

you are but an open mouth

gnashing your teeth

until you are nothing at all

but yellow bones

and the stench of burnt flesh

and the black legacy

that no one will remember

D 1

every day

your hand print

grease. black grease.

still lingers on me

i still see it

when i look in the mirror

you still have a part of me

for now

until enough time passes

and i claim myself again

and the residue is gone

He lifts it away

and i'm once again a pure petal

milky white

without wrinkle or blemish