Hold not my head in a dream.
Keep me locked tight in my field of ignorance.
Fenced in with barbs of silence.
Poison seeps from my mortal wounds.
Protection held close to my chest, so with thy dagger thy may not ****.
My friend at my store of convenience, she spoke, said to me,
"Why do you always write dark stuff"?
With a glint in my glass eye and a wry smile, I replied,because, "I can"!
(C) Livvi