Footsteps as quiet as
Butterflies
Pouring from the sky.
Head-
Cast down,
Marbles swimming in well-deserved
Solitude.

A smile,
A laugh;
Everybody was happy.
Shotgun shells
Unshed.

Staring.
Staring endlessly.

The ceiling almost as
Inviting as the velvet
Outside.

But outside was harsh.
Outside
Was death.

A box
For a life:
Flow through a pen tip,
Bane-
Fountain.

Dancing.

Dreams wrapped in ink,
As the spirit floated away to
The Land of Rainbows and Flowers.
Not outside, though.

On the surface of the
Soul's canvass,
Smudged
In well-deserved solitude:

"I need more than these walls."

-Happy Valentines '06

(note:quickedit ate my indentions.)