The Ruby Eyed Rat

In the static I see the ruby eyed rat of second thought and dreary regret. Simplicity is the command of confidence conviction to bind. Unwind only to find her life run out. Sitting on my shoulder is her sweet memory the ghost of melancholy. Creations of the mind imagine up the worst. While kingdoms are built around me all I can see is the dust and debris of what used to be. Sorrow left to her slumber rests on her final farewell.