Oct 2013
sharp lines work their way
through my veins
run the labyrinth to my heart-
a spiky, futile, mercurial art.
where I dance in spirals unknown
pondering the number of steps down from my throne
crown of thorns, I'd never wear
rather, I dare Delilah to cut my hair.
plucked at the web, spoke you your lies
Atruistic voice, the most formidable disguise
my chameleon dance done, Exit Stage Left,
Dear little Psyche, still on the run.
through my veins
run the labyrinth to my heart-
a spiky, futile, mercurial art.
where I dance in spirals unknown
pondering the number of steps down from my throne
crown of thorns, I'd never wear
rather, I dare Delilah to cut my hair.
plucked at the web, spoke you your lies
Atruistic voice, the most formidable disguise
my chameleon dance done, Exit Stage Left,
Dear little Psyche, still on the run.
copyright, fhw 2013
AN: I went back today and reworked it a bit. I wasn't satisified with it and wrote it from a dark staircase in my brain. I am seeing more clearly today.
AN: I went back today and reworked it a bit. I wasn't satisified with it and wrote it from a dark staircase in my brain. I am seeing more clearly today.
