NO ACCIDENTS

there are no accidents;

only superficial incidents

designed to look like accidents.

don't ask how I know this;

have been sworn to secrecy 

by those in the know.

piecing together fragmented thoughts

long past days lost in a haze

weeks, months, years lost

seems as though entire lifetime

languishing away in the past

if he had known the roof

would fall in, he would, then,

not been under the roof
when said roof did, indeed, fall in.

then comes the question:

what did she have to do with,

if anything, said roof falling in?

a petite little thing like  her,

surely she had no infulence

on roof falling in on him.

he just went off deep end,
and, gosh, he liked it there.
he though: quite refreshing here.

would have stayed there, but
she pulled him out. 
she, by no means, was not 
done with him yet.

no, sir, his punishment just starting.
when his punishment complete,
she'll take him back and throw him in
that fabulous deep end
that he finds so refreshing there. 

we should no delude ourselves
into thinking there is more to life
than what we see right before us. 

rigged for ultra quiet.
silence is the key element here;
not to wake passage of time.

although not a big crime;
misdemeanor at best.
why push one's luck?

some shade of facade, of sorts;
demonic in appearance.
slithering kinetic energy force
quite debilitating.