I
Retrieve the metal...
Haze lies miserably above the gleaming silver
As the whirs and buzz of power grows closer...
Shaken, Disrupted I lost my way
With eyes shrouded in illusions of endless decay...
Twisted flesh encrusted ivory
Reaching skyward to the heavens...
My broken bones of transparency.
My head filled with meanlingless lies...
A Dream
Walking down a pitch black path...
I cut my wrist and wipe the tears from my eyes
That moment of bliss was just one big lie...
Cold chills creep up her body
she shivers and takes a deep breathe...
Our agendas were written by two different hands,
in two different languages...
I eat away at my dry lips
That know none other than their own...
I am not a criminal
I am not a murder...
The only copy left,
when the floppy breaks...