Black satin logic, cruel lightning eyes Holding me in the comfort, of your opaque presence Drumming out all reason, in the circus of my mind Dwell on the hidden weaknesses which Prey on vulnerable possesions Caught in a jet stream of lies Turning keys of locks not broken Dance, amidst the forests of fire The air of quiet, disturbing stillness The loud voices of a memories ghost Prey on the passions of weak willed animals Unable to remember the histories of yesterday Friend of a future newly discovered The stillness of the field, the shallow halls Beckons my return Tomorrow the sun will rise in the east And sit on the west The past shall not be forgotten Except for the yesterday of today Soldier of fortune, arrest this hand Which has wandered lonely and quiet In this garden of Andromeda
Reason for writing:
This is what happens when you have one too many Southern Comforts : )
Birth sign: Scorpio
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