Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2010
Now is the time, wake up, wake up,
The dreamer is lost,
Pay the toll, breathe in for luck,
Irreparable cost,
The price to pay for the King's cup.

He's dreaming, he's dreaming,
Is that what they said?
Stop repeating, repeating,
Please get out of bed.
Stumble on out, and cease your careening.

This is real, it's all so real.
Scars upon scars.
Upon your face, the skin feels,
The make up mars,
All in time to spoil the deal.

Lies and lies and lies and lies,
Strewn upon these bloodied hands,
Dies and dies and dies and dies,
Hung upon this devastated man.
Mw
Written by
Mw
894
   kk
Please log in to view and add comments on poems