I'll stay in the house that burns me up.
So close to an end.
This fragic figure of mine.
Looks into the closet to find the broom,
to sweep up the room.
Which shall I choose?
The Sun or the moon?
Take me up, the steps of final crest fire.
So I may meet my fate.
Time is laughing!
Never did I see the stars laugh
so hard, and karma turn into
your bride. How ironic.
How life has pained.
As a psycho dream.
Time laughs!
Never did I fall
behind my own
tears and my laughter
dancing ahead
as a descend.
Hard.
Into the worm
of the world.
Time laughs!
Never did I follow
the trail of breadcrumbs
meant to bend
the sky
aloud
with thunder.
Light my way!
Time giggles gently....
to the harp that
you take on!
- Author: ReflectionShadow (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 6th, 2018 10:12
- Category: Love
- Views: 24
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