Orient elephants


I've never been one for a great venture 

For fear 

Of hearing wind rushing in my ears 


You make orients patterns out of your lies 

To keep hidden in your disguise 

A shame, really, 

How many believe you 


 So close your eyes 

The world breaths you in 

Taking, taking, taking  

And when there's nothing less 

They turn their knives on you 

Of course, they shouldn’t have expected less 


I'm sorry  

For lacking in nothing  

But courage 

To help you reside  

Upon a dark lake  

To where you will take pride 


Till the end, you are immortal 

Trying to break the surface 

Toujours, tu est mon petit mort 

Dear child, without youth  

Your seas are trembling  


Cold air shoots inside me 

I'm on my knees  

My brain rattling in my unbroken skull 

In the end all we're left with is bruised skin 


For I remember the day 

I let the wind caress my rib cage 

And let it rap me in it's haze 

My eyes grew in size 

From the climb not the gaze 

And now  

I understand your white rabbit lies 

Sing me a lullaby  


  • Author: Habibi (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 28th, 2016 16:03
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Augustus

    C'est bon. Trés bon.

    • Habibi

      Merci beaucoup monsieur!

    • Tony36


      • Habibi


        • Tony36


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