Another body grappling from the iron law of self-interest,
credit, dollar signs and blood stains,
reeking havoc on the walls of houses,
graciously ripping empathy from its veins.
Kicking and alive hanging below
the stench of wine kicks me in the gut.
distracting me from all that I know.
An eye of omniscient knowledge and grace
What, I have a dream?
foggy eyed zombie plugged into the face
the peak of this dream is my own redemption
White walls and satin cloths hide the shame within.
But, I can see through those stain glassed, make-belief windows.
I have brought myself to leave and the Wolfe has stopped knocking at my door.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
Another body grappling from the iron law of self-interest,
credit, dollar signs and blood stains,
reeking havoc on the walls of houses,
graciously ripping empathy from its veins.
Kicking and alive hanging below
the stench of wine kicks me in the gut.
distracting me from all that I know.
An eye of omniscient knowledge and grace
What, I have a dream?
foggy eyed zombie plugged into the face
the peak of this dream is my own redemption
White walls and satin cloths hide the shame within.
But, I can see through those stain glassed, make-belief windows.
I have brought myself to leave and the Wolfe has stopped knocking at my door.
