|10-14-2012, 07:18 PM||#1|
Join Date: Sep 2012
Burning bright and coming down like duty driven
pantomine curtains coming to sheild helpless
actors frozen enmass of stage fright.
Scorching hills and ignighting trees. Is it any
wonder why the anphibians return to the water
to set their minds at ease ?
Whitches covens and over heated ovens with
black smoke rising to wrestle white clouds
forever looking down.
Wolfs howl to the moon demanding to know his
secrets to understand his soul. Sly wise foxes
creep in the grass trying to avoid rotaiting heads
and nocturnal eyes focused as if magnified glass.
Sent by the moon to find the sly fiend who stole
Woman stare at dangerous men with desire,
knowing their playing with fire. Men chase their
ideal woman for mere time borrowed perfection.
Is the beauty in running, what is infront or what
we missed when we ran by ?
Habits broken and addictions startin. Cravings
knawing and nails growing to make wood and
sting sing good and aloud.
We`re all trying to stand out from the crowd yet
march to shops to dress in a similar style.
Indeviduality and masks can be confusing when
thought about for awhile.