Picture Book Poem by King Midas

Looking back at smiles
In these memories past
I see your pretty face
As it slowly fades to ash

Your body burns and singes down
And now your gone for good
Forgotten in a pile of dust
Where your pretty face once stood

A picture book of days gone bye
Days before hearts were torn
Days of wonderful, and exciting times
Now just days of yore

I light a match; a dozen fury's
Because I can no longer stand
Without you I am nothing
On these two feet again

These times they kill me
Your words pierce me once more
A place of higher standards now
I guess you were insecure

And then I look at the pages
Where I sat upon your knee
Paint splattered upon your grin
As you push me on the swing

But you burned out before
You could finally fade away
A deed well accomplished
Old Crazy Horse would say

I see your youth when you were happy
A smile I never see
I love you with all I have
And one day you'll be free

On the other hand I stare down
As fire emits more slowly
To a devilish fiendish soul
A representation of all unholy

She did the best she could
When I needed her the most
But grudges always seem to burn away
As she always seems to boast

I cast this picture book in fire
Memories in a blaze
I can't live with them anymore
My mind shall now erase