with frozen skin
you send arrows flying
through eyelids of glass
shattering visions
of peace and contentment
love and war
with lust separating the path
now roads are left unclear
but as night drags on
you might as well be slaughtered in slumber
for what days brings is much worse.
keep your enemies under warm wraps
when winter arrives
survival is easy.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
too far gone, his mind filled with a fungus that contorted poetic verses to bold lines and symphonies of sobs, he realized his mind could never be composted: used, created into something better. he realized that it would decompose to a frail carcass of what he used to be and the vultures of society could pick out all of the bones of what he'd hoped to become.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC