I wonder sometimes, where to go
what to do.
A slender spirit may oft appear
his teeth as yet crooked
the eyes a piercing blue.
He never smiles, only seethes
and asks but a simple question:
why must he stay still?
His arms are long and wicked
but a touch, and I am frozen
with thoughts of all before.
Across his palms lies "HERE THERE BE MONSTERS"
his fingertips, each a word:
Suffering, Ridicule, Betrayal, Loneliness and Decay
such lovely friends I've made.
All memories, my knowledge
the better senses bid me leave.
Still I wonder where to go.
Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 3:21 PM UTC
I wonder sometimes, where to go
what to do.
A slender spirit may oft appear
his teeth as yet crooked
the eyes a piercing blue.
He never smiles, only seethes
and asks but a simple question:
why must he stay still?
His arms are long and wicked
but a touch, and I am frozen
with thoughts of all before.
Across his palms lies "HERE THERE BE MONSTERS"
his fingertips, each a word:
Suffering, Ridicule, Betrayal, Loneliness and Decay
such lovely friends I've made.
All memories, my knowledge
the better senses bid me leave.
Still I wonder where to go.
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