Running from something
Noises in shade
Shape shadow
Covered in sounds name,
Speak in creaks...
...hear: and wonder what if:
It came up behind you... and held you in grip.
A thing of dark
Undiscovered, never seen
Perhaps grown in the fertile soil
Of runaway dreams.
~
So run through the courtyard
And pray the door opens,
And isn't the cavern
To the mouth in it's head.
So run through the courtyard!
And feel the door open
Just pray it isn't
To the mouth in it's head.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
Running from something
Noises in shade
Shape shadow
Covered in sounds name,
Speak in creaks...
...hear: and wonder what if:
It came up behind you... and held you in grip.
A thing of dark
Undiscovered, never seen
Perhaps grown in the fertile soil
Of runaway dreams.
~
So run through the courtyard
And pray the door opens,
And isn't the cavern
To the mouth in it's head.
So run through the courtyard!
And feel the door open
Just pray it isn't
To the mouth in it's head.