We made a symbol on their doorway.
We did it with our hands.
So many options to which to paint.
We used the blood of a friends.
I got a off beat sense of humor.
They got about nine or ten.
So where are you,
when the police come calling?
Is this the end?
I see you aren’t leaving.
Well neither am I.
“Give me a reason why I should go?”
“I’ll cut out your eyes.”
We laughed.
There’s no sense of darkness.
Will the light make us whole?
I swear I turned my stomach to knots.
This place is home.
Your parents just don’t get us.
Wonder about the life we led?
“What do you want to be
when you grow up?”
“I want to be dead.”
We laughed.
We left that symbol on the doorway.
Had a couple of laughs.
“How will they respond,
when they wake up?”
“I wonder what it means?”
“What does it all mean?”
