Dreamcatching

Paperbacks, yellowing in the sun.

Paper-thin etchings in my mind, all telling me to go play with fire.

Speak the truth good sir! Quench the hell from which we desire.

Silent killer of literature, slaying you with the words of untold value.

Dead prodigy climbing his way from the wicked world of lost souls and cracked spines.

Marching one by one, the shadows creep from the night, looking for the corners of the mind.

Welcoming the Winter with a unbound love for the frost, bring me the demon responsible for this fable.

Paint chipping away, piece by minuscule piece, shattering all in its path. 

Legendary they said, it's for the better they cried.

Paradise found on a double-sided coin, quickly spent on that frivolous s**t on the corner.

Prepare your hearts, and defend your asses! There is no hope for you now!