 |
A blood red sky....and no stars at night....survival mode's on....it's fight or flight...I'm looking, but can not see you...I'm looking, can't think, ..
|
|
Doors with no handles...walls with no windows..windows with no latches...your blood is seepingthrough my floorless hallways...how can you escape...lay..
|
|
The moon...it's light, falling down...like tiny shards of shimmering glass...cutting...through my resolve.I stand amoungst the pumpkins...nothing but ..
|
|
I sit alone in this dark room...engulfing me, the loneliest sorrow ...cannot escape my impending doom...I...will be..no more.. on the morrow...No hope..
|
|
As we stand divided we fall one by oneand the unseeing, they turn their headsbecause that's what they are told to doand we, who see ~our vision so vio..
|
|
Once upon a midnight blackhidden in a burlap sacksat something with small red eyessomething very old and wise...Now the moon, full and highhas stirred..
|
|
There is a lightin this darkness...only it flickers -it is not stable...can't seem to keep it on, can't seem to hold it still.does the light not want ..
|
|
As I stare at the baseboard across the roommy mind racing with secret desiresone... curiously intermittent....a spark, then flame, transpiresI get up ..
|
|
Once I was whole...
Once I was complete..
now I'm scattered pieces in the breeze...
blowing this way, that way, bouncing off trees....
I have not ..
|
|
Who is this manwhat is this that has happenedthis man that has silently slipped in behind my mindferociously exploding through and out to in front of ..
|
 first  prev 1
|
|
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This