How do I take the next step?
Leave the shadows behind.
Embrace the light and love they say
awaits those who deserves it.
How do I take the next step?
When all I see is quicksand.
Sinking further down with every
Embrace that fails to reach
Me
Spiders,
The silken soft threads that wraps me
The wholly unshaven, wavering thought
Abandonment
The yarn that binds me
I waver
I no longer…
Long…
For the spy I once was
The gladiator; cold
A biped
Kissed on the cheek
The abating shivers of old,
dancing
I cannot remember
remember the days
the days with rising sun lifting
lifting my spirit high – yet again
I cannot remember
remember the hours
the hours the bell tolled
the bell tolled twice – yet again
I cannot remember
remember the minutes
the minutes passed slowly
slowly awakening trust – yet again
I cannot remember
remember the seconds
the seconds that mattered
the matters foretold – yet again
I cannot remember
remember the promise
the promise I gave you
your promise to me – never said
No, I never agreed to sell my soul to the Devil. He came and took it when I looked the other way. Turned the blind eye to the path well lit, I chose the shadier ways. No, there was no contract written, between the bearded saint; the goat and me. I made no choice consciously, and the acid burning still; in me.
The mad man lived among men
Blending in
Bleeding out
Remorseless demons haunting
Prescribing pills
Preventing rebirth
Reigning in the modern age
Painted lips
Red as roses
The shivers come with night falling
Candle lit
Shadows dancing
Molly – Molly – Molly
Are you out there?
Molly – Molly – Molly
Come back soon
Back to the living
Blending with his
Bleeding lips of
Torment – banishing
Shadows from
Demons of old
If I ever do push down on you
resist me not
my lips so silent walking talking
skin upon lip
your ear
my nibble
your tears
my …
shivers shared
sandy beach
towels
wind
lust extinguished
A prayer once said
a statement,
an intention expressed.
Doubt and deliberation in a mind gone
blank
The lust
awkward
sincerity of shadows
the embrace of nil
a calling
of shivers
Your pawn, erected. Stiff. Spineless but still standing tall. The ride bumpy, the rose redish pounding. Mine as yours as ours unfold, seismic the beginning, apocalyptic the ending. Without cuddles, a failure.
