These two paths
Both mostly lit by other's lanterns.
Echoing with hisses of different answers.
Heart battle loyalty
Where do I truly lie?
Which hand do I untwine?
Clock ticks, licks lips, sparing for solid words. I sit and ponder with my own lantern: dim and rusted. Staring into the flame I see the glisten. Ahead the path, these light coming back. What am I to do? What do I say? This is the end oh dear loved one. I have chosen hand over name.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
These two paths
Both mostly lit by other's lanterns.
Echoing with hisses of different answers.
Heart battle loyalty
Where do I truly lie?
Which hand do I untwine?
Clock ticks, licks lips, sparing for solid words. I sit and ponder with my own lantern: dim and rusted. Staring into the flame I see the glisten. Ahead the path, these light coming back. What am I to do? What do I say? This is the end oh dear loved one. I have chosen hand over name.
