I walk upon this world of mine dreams are what my heart withholds Images of societies ills
is the bitter pill of life foretold
I hold the secret in my hand
the essence of my soul to tell
of dreams to which I bear the truth a scar of hope from skin it fell
And as I lurk amongst the shadows tall to think of life to which I bow
and gather up the dust filled air
entering lungs to which I don’t know how
To finally put all hate to rest
I exhale the poison ghoul within
This inner torment known to man
Which manifests through tightened skin.
Then to darkness falls the curtains aim to which the focus of my dreams unfurl and back to how I came to be
my feet on sodden log do birl.
and from this stance the world rotates treading water is my part.
to keep my head above the lapping waves and the wolves from my heart. ————————————————