I stepped into the vines
In pursuit of TIME’s gates
Hoping to delay the
This life that I am leading
And through the pines
&Spider; webs
I found them
The Tarantulas
on my back
With a shriek and some haste
I turned away
I threw them from myself
And scurried back
Little have I spoken?
Of the one beside me
Who walked hand in hand
with me
A stained boy
I did not know
Who steered me to these doors
In a dream I call a terror
And like lightening
they flashed
These currents opened
Reality has exposed itself
to me
Now I ponder my adventure
I heaved in fear
But I long to return
I WANT to find
What lies behind
The doors at the end
Of this unkempt land
Where I can crawl
The black widow of the dawn
And discover
These veins
Within my own mind
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
I stepped into the vines
In pursuit of TIME’s gates
Hoping to delay the
This life that I am leading
And through the pines
&Spider; webs
I found them
The Tarantulas
on my back
With a shriek and some haste
I turned away
I threw them from myself
And scurried back
Little have I spoken?
Of the one beside me
Who walked hand in hand
with me
A stained boy
I did not know
Who steered me to these doors
In a dream I call a terror
And like lightening
they flashed
These currents opened
Reality has exposed itself
to me
Now I ponder my adventure
I heaved in fear
But I long to return
I WANT to find
What lies behind
The doors at the end
Of this unkempt land
Where I can crawl
The black widow of the dawn
And discover
These veins
Within my own mind
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