Shingled roofing caves in quick, the wallpaper all peeled back
The devil walks these halls
The sinner paints them black
It's been a long time coming, the end to all our ends
The night covers misguided deeds
The moonlight shadow bends
To which do I owe the honor, the joy or haunting dreams?
The guardian stands upright
The sunlight through it streams
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
Shingled roofing caves in quick, the wallpaper all peeled back
The devil walks these halls
The sinner paints them black
It's been a long time coming, the end to all our ends
The night covers misguided deeds
The moonlight shadow bends
To which do I owe the honor, the joy or haunting dreams?
The guardian stands upright
The sunlight through it streams
I don't usually like to rhyme in my writings
But in any dialogue in my dreams/nightmares, there's always rhyming
Leigh
