The Ash of a Bridge

You must have fallen in deep this time

Head first into your darkest closet

Where your shadow men were waiting

Glass and future in hand

Blinded yourself with the heavy yellow smoke that you exhale

 Behaving their madness

Now you live their lies truly believing

Zombie

You walk with the bones that shake and rattle

Clanking with stolen penny’s

Crystaled termites deep with in the foamy tunnels of your thoughts 

Burrowing into memories that never were

 created in disturbed sleepless hours

Memories of actions which were only conspired

The two-faced stealing snake your best friend became

And that person who walks as vapor, member him??? The one who steals your pens.

 and don’t forget the time the FBI was watching through your clock..

Or was that the CIA 

But really my name is Leanne

Face from the past right…..

Right

Mind spinning

 Vision SPUN

 Dripping cones and rods from their socket

So quick to scrap it up

Smoke them out of your gillie

As the demon’s eat away you’re rotting vile brain

Turning bitter

Murderous 

And I am afraid there’s no latter long enough to reach you .

No map to take you back off this road

Not after you have burned all the bridges

 

 

 

 

*Don’t ever contact me again.