Sunday, December 7, 2014


Hail to thee
I strike you down
The Earth moves
Without a sound
I walk on egg shells
No foster, no faith
All of this is me
All over the place
Not so intriguing
The bite of cold air
Distance is leaving
Though you wouldn't dare
Call out to me
With lust in your eyes
And beg for one more wish
A dream you'd despise.

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