When you know and you don't

We always knew
It would come to this
THIS
like a brand new end
to a fairytale
that never was

and with every new slash
and every bit of sticky
viscous red
you wish it was just a new day
with no yesterdays
that scream on forever and ever

cling on like the rotten stench
of puke
you promised you'd clean up
and leave but a whiff of
fresh paint
intoxicating
dark untrodden corridoors

and a sketchbook
white as snow
untouched
untroubled
unblemished

untrue

only for you

like the goldfish
lying strangled
without reason
without fear
always near

and shining
dead

carefully carelessly
DEAD