Black, ominous cloud of flies surround the table
the food is rotten, the drink stale
red red wind carrying dead leaves blew
carpeting cracked mud floor
low ceiling beam abrade his scalp
scabs flutter down as he moves forward
hands outstretched, white sunlight glinting over yellow'd blindfolds
crutches failed him as Fates and Gods did
he fell and fell, never once hitting the ground
the dream is without an end
it is his now
always and forever.
Hopeless Romantic. Grounded Realist. Jaded Cynic.Indignant Sputtering of A Recalcitrant Insomniac
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Posted by Sakura Kira Hikari at 1:04 PM
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