**skeleton man
meets the dust
and rusts**
his white bone
is vacant of red.
**skeleton man
keeps a key
in his pocket**
It's a locket
That stores his heart and soul.
**skeleton man walks with a limp:
an eerily timorous skip
like some frightened child**
he's a ghost
That lives
And never dies.
**skeleton man's cheeks are hollow
and his smile is splintered
and his hugs are cold**
he's old
full of mold
he's decaying.
**skeleton man walks alone
with the desert dust
and the broken, wagon wheel
and the black raven's croak
and the dissidence of a million nights spent listening to imaginary voices in the wind forever and ever and ever and ever**
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
**skeleton man
meets the dust
and rusts**
his white bone
is vacant of red.
**skeleton man
keeps a key
in his pocket**
It's a locket
That stores his heart and soul.
**skeleton man walks with a limp:
an eerily timorous skip
like some frightened child**
he's a ghost
That lives
And never dies.
**skeleton man's cheeks are hollow
and his smile is splintered
and his hugs are cold**
he's old
full of mold
he's decaying.
**skeleton man walks alone
with the desert dust
and the broken, wagon wheel
and the black raven's croak
and the dissidence of a million nights spent listening to imaginary voices in the wind forever and ever and ever and ever**
