There is a man who has a large beautiful home
And a grand yard behind it
His sheets are made of Egyptian cotton
And he imposes his fit body onto them every night
On his bed he dreamt
The sky was quickly changing from pink, to blue, to grey, and so on
The ground was made of mirrors so he felt sorrounded by the clouds
He wasn't afraid even if it seemed strange
So he starting walking the set path in front of him
He came upon his house and went inside
And in it he saw nothing
And the nothingness hit him
He swore it off with anger
And went out to the large yard with shrubbery sculptures
The grass in the yard breathed
Ominously so
The ground had cracks but wasn't dry
And there was a spiral labyrinth
There were no trials in this maze
Only one task
To follow it all the way down
The entrance, stone with etched words he couldn't understand
Grew as he approached
And he felt the weight of the world like a roach
The hedges inside the labyrinth stared down on him
He felt the hedges stare all the way down
They dispised him for reasons unknown
And whispered
"What would you do in our shoes?"
At the center of the maze was a blood filled, oozing, heart
Every beat was slower than the last
And he understood it as his own
The sky turned a strict, brooding grey
Frantically, he searched his mind for answers
He blamed the people around him
"They're poison!" He shouted
But that couldn't be true
He wept, for he didn't know what to do to make the beating regular
And the hedges stared
And the sky closed in
And the whispers turned to shouts
Then it all stopped
The heart, beating
The hedges, staring
The sky, moving
While he was glad, he felt alone
But then it seemed the world spoke all at once
"Give us your all, we shall return the favor, and we will be one."
And he awoke in his beautiful home
And he wept in repentance
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
There is a man who has a large beautiful home
And a grand yard behind it
His sheets are made of Egyptian cotton
And he imposes his fit body onto them every night
On his bed he dreamt
The sky was quickly changing from pink, to blue, to grey, and so on
The ground was made of mirrors so he felt sorrounded by the clouds
He wasn't afraid even if it seemed strange
So he starting walking the set path in front of him
He came upon his house and went inside
And in it he saw nothing
And the nothingness hit him
He swore it off with anger
And went out to the large yard with shrubbery sculptures
The grass in the yard breathed
Ominously so
The ground had cracks but wasn't dry
And there was a spiral labyrinth
There were no trials in this maze
Only one task
To follow it all the way down
The entrance, stone with etched words he couldn't understand
Grew as he approached
And he felt the weight of the world like a roach
The hedges inside the labyrinth stared down on him
He felt the hedges stare all the way down
They dispised him for reasons unknown
And whispered
"What would you do in our shoes?"
At the center of the maze was a blood filled, oozing, heart
Every beat was slower than the last
And he understood it as his own
The sky turned a strict, brooding grey
Frantically, he searched his mind for answers
He blamed the people around him
"They're poison!" He shouted
But that couldn't be true
He wept, for he didn't know what to do to make the beating regular
And the hedges stared
And the sky closed in
And the whispers turned to shouts
Then it all stopped
The heart, beating
The hedges, staring
The sky, moving
While he was glad, he felt alone
But then it seemed the world spoke all at once
"Give us your all, we shall return the favor, and we will be one."
And he awoke in his beautiful home
And he wept in repentance
