On a tight rope above the void
A precarious porcelain sentry
My sanity stands guard
Refusing repressed rage entry
Mold covered memories
Reek from the corners where they hide
Of summers in the sun
Splashing in the tide
Muttering in under tones
Dementia’s pacing the floor.
Beckoning chaos inside,
Paranoia’s fidgeting at the door
With one final ****
The sentry takes a fall
Slitting my wrists with the feather of despair
Give way to darkness, give way to all
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
On a tight rope above the void
A precarious porcelain sentry
My sanity stands guard
Refusing repressed rage entry
Mold covered memories
Reek from the corners where they hide
Of summers in the sun
Splashing in the tide
Muttering in under tones
Dementia’s pacing the floor.
Beckoning chaos inside,
Paranoia’s fidgeting at the door
With one final ****
The sentry takes a fall
Slitting my wrists with the feather of despair
Give way to darkness, give way to all
