A crescent moon,
No,
A glowing spoon
Dipping into the wells of my mind.
Inspired ink swells;
Eternal Aphrodisiac.
Take a bite off the apple,
For the arrow peirced the skull.
Force fed trees,
Dead,
Dying in a hole.
The fire burns this morning,
Brighter than last night.
External complacency,
Is it worth the fight?
Yes,
Because as Carpe Diem,
My creed of me,
Means I can't stop,
Until the bow string snaps again,
And my heart bleeds.
Carpe Diem
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
A crescent moon,
No,
A glowing spoon
Dipping into the wells of my mind.
Inspired ink swells;
Eternal Aphrodisiac.
Take a bite off the apple,
For the arrow peirced the skull.
Force fed trees,
Dead,
Dying in a hole.
The fire burns this morning,
Brighter than last night.
External complacency,
Is it worth the fight?
Yes,
Because as Carpe Diem,
My creed of me,
Means I can't stop,
Until the bow string snaps again,
And my heart bleeds.
Carpe Diem
My soul for you to drink from
