If you are empty
Run faster then the movement
For smiling organs may only be found tucked
Can you sweep these walls away?
It isn’t quite right
A definitive chill visits
Unwelcomed, just as the pierce
Tripping my feet
Lids flutter into a new kind of reality,
I think white canvas surround me
Awaiting bloodstained questions
Patience isn’t among them, they bleed first
Who are you to tease?
You haunt me in my day
You appear among fog
As light as the whispers that dance
Visible only above compact shadows
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 10:36 PM UTC
If you are empty
Run faster then the movement
For smiling organs may only be found tucked
Can you sweep these walls away?
It isn’t quite right
A definitive chill visits
Unwelcomed, just as the pierce
Tripping my feet
Lids flutter into a new kind of reality,
I think white canvas surround me
Awaiting bloodstained questions
Patience isn’t among them, they bleed first
Who are you to tease?
You haunt me in my day
You appear among fog
As light as the whispers that dance
Visible only above compact shadows
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