i crave your hand in mine; the touch of your fingers a long my throat icy breath raises the hairs on my arm like soldiers going into battle your mouth moves my ears stopped working last thing i remember; finger guns & 13 going on 30
Tag: Literature
island hopping;
hiding is under special talent in a tree for a week waiting for the sun
chanting more, more, more
you laughed only to cry yourself to sleep the crowd roared you gave them everything then weeped can't cry wolf and expect there to be someone me when the roars give out
deadly joke
shame on me laughing for hours at your own misery blood stained hands drawing happy faces on the earth,
magic shop;
disappearing is an easy trick they never tell you that it's the staying, that there is no guide for
passive forks
i don't know where this is going it's not you it's me i think we are just heading into differnet directions blah blah blah echo's down empty corridors empty words sprayed on empty walls, begged for the truth met with the distance and a beer
lonely timer
my number is called upon often defusing bombs will they be there to do the same, or will i be alone watching an hourglass sink down down to zero and my last memory will be of a bomb that didn't belong to me
a night long ago;
bleak affair warning lights sparkling cider, haze of cigar smoke trouble pillow case scribbles of red ink one my forearm a seven a couple of J's and a smiley face
burning mansion;
trial of fire; belly of butter churn a wheel open the door crank the wire guild of fire, we built these chains latched them on cried for freedom watched the light from a keyhole
failed in the 8th; secret treasure
sail away like dexter morgan sail away end up on an island far enough away no one knows your face gone lost without a trace far enough away no one will know your name
Saint's Muse 