Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Take it from me,
These city streets turn grey.
A sight for sore eyes,
Every never ending day.

The looming towers,
A headline of a coming age.
Flipped the script and tore the page.
a moment of clarity
a single drop of sensibility
and reason unveals itself
making me crazier

the knot unties itself
the rope unravels
and I begin my descent
into the unknown

beautiful unknown
it excites me just to think you

I know not, but it's clear to me...

...you have waited for me
as I've just realized
I have waited for you

the truth is pure insanity!
My hand, the pen
Cannot conceive
Words that cause
The make believe
To spring to life
And take away
The dark which fights
Like hell to stay
And so my heart
Swells with sores
Poison seeps
Into my pores
I lie down
In my made bed
Distorted dreams
Inside my head

— The End —