Dishonor Among Thieves

Noah

Once upon this nightmare dreary

His eyes hung weak and weary. 

Neck stood firm

For an easier cut. 

Poor old boy. 

Poor old mut. 

 

Once upon the breaking dawn

Freshness birthed upon the lawn. 

House stood quiet

For a perfect cover. 

Hush now boy.  

Rush to another. 

  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 7th, 2017 01:49
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  • dusk arising

    The stories this could tell. The questions it leaves hanging. Provokative sort of a thriller really.



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