Beautiful

The next morning I looked at the city's black halo,

In the wake of that toxic volcano.

It was after your death but I wanted you to know;

I finally looked and saw the rainbow.

Transient

You were never my wolf,
You were never my saviour.
You were merely a passing: last week's flavour.

Accused

Ring, ring. Your phone starts to sing,

A voice wants to know if the dealer's in.

Tick, tick. It's paranoia's click,

Wondering how she got your digit.

Tick, tock. Her act won't drop,

And all you want is the questions to stop.