Reality is a player of strings,
each strand doing a number of things,
Their fingers dancing playfully,
even though the game is of extreme,
as there fangs bite into the hopes and dreams,
until the blood is gone from bodies, and we're
left standing wondering, what happened to the crisp clear
vision that was so near, it was practically here, but then its a vacuum of the one and only fear.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 3:12 PM UTC
Reality is a player of strings,
each strand doing a number of things,
Their fingers dancing playfully,
even though the game is of extreme,
as there fangs bite into the hopes and dreams,
until the blood is gone from bodies, and we're
left standing wondering, what happened to the crisp clear
vision that was so near, it was practically here, but then its a vacuum of the one and only fear.
