It's a different face but -
Your smile still holds
The same crooked shape.
Jagged teeth in a wicked grin
Bold lines of shadow
Belly barred in warning
I wonder what the sunset says -
With ****** teeth and shining eyes
A prophet speaker that no truth brings
You whisper of impossible things
Like the ghosts that haunt us still
Beneath the slow drifting sands,
Creatures lurk, creatures spin
Beware those on moonlight nights
With crooked grins
And red stained hands
Ask them not for directions
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 8:57 PM UTC
It's a different face but -
Your smile still holds
The same crooked shape.
Jagged teeth in a wicked grin
Bold lines of shadow
Belly barred in warning
I wonder what the sunset says -
With ****** teeth and shining eyes
A prophet speaker that no truth brings
You whisper of impossible things
Like the ghosts that haunt us still
Beneath the slow drifting sands,
Creatures lurk, creatures spin
Beware those on moonlight nights
With crooked grins
And red stained hands
Ask them not for directions
