The darkness gives way to butterflies and repulsion breaths life into statues of dead dogs...
These horrors must be kept.
Though stitched eyes would bring no release to these lost soldiers
A forest far away burns down and you scream my name
Crying all the while, the mother's child dies
Will I ever be free?
A shadow looms through the window and you reach to the outstretched hand
Will you take his word over the eyes in a painted room?
Faceless words mutter silently in a meaningless language
These premonitions so clear...
Could I simply be slipping out of view once again?
Lost in a dream about a dream
Eyes flutter open
The beating of wings of glass winds
A knife's edge will cut through the night and leave me in silence
Quiet and alone, you will die!
A wealth of burden all his own to eat
Darkness gives way to the dawn and the butterflies take flight though the deliverance of daylight
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
The darkness gives way to butterflies and repulsion breaths life into statues of dead dogs...
These horrors must be kept.
Though stitched eyes would bring no release to these lost soldiers
A forest far away burns down and you scream my name
Crying all the while, the mother's child dies
Will I ever be free?
A shadow looms through the window and you reach to the outstretched hand
Will you take his word over the eyes in a painted room?
Faceless words mutter silently in a meaningless language
These premonitions so clear...
Could I simply be slipping out of view once again?
Lost in a dream about a dream
Eyes flutter open
The beating of wings of glass winds
A knife's edge will cut through the night and leave me in silence
Quiet and alone, you will die!
A wealth of burden all his own to eat
Darkness gives way to the dawn and the butterflies take flight though the deliverance of daylight
This poem I wrote in 2011, it's one of the very first I ever wrote. I hope you enjoy it.
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