aDarkerMind

It Is Time It Found It\'s Hole

it is time it found it\'s hole

this twisted ape that circles as it prays.

from alter-boy to who resembles most

the one loose flag now turning on it\'s head.

how sad the moon of chains and chandeliers

walks with sticks of white on wooden legs

to where at least the sugar greets the eyes

as I as one with venetian mask 

scrumping as the orchard of a snail

looks blindly on with his fingers of a crab.

somewhere inside this eden

this deep-sea of jurassic park 

to frown upon the drowning river-green.

this is no day to drown in.

the twelve signs of my zodiac

each alive with a kicking shell 

of jackboots on this day our daily bread

walks the highest seas 

to the green and pleasant lands obituaries

to the gallows pole

where my horse bends as it should.

it is time it found it\'s hole.

when I take off all his shoes

the world drops dead;