Of Fiction

August 30, 2012
Custom User Avatar
More by this author
Of bundles of bones
Of rods and fire
Some semblance of a soul
Ghosting along wires

Lay out your nights
The hours lost between light
And tell me of dreams,
Clipped memories,
Stitched seams

Where unthinkables happen
Until they shake loose
Delivered unkemptly
From reality's noose

Look into my eyes
And tell me of lies
And tell me of kings
And tell me of spies.

Join the Discussion

This article has 2 comments. Post your own now!

charity said...
Sept. 26, 2012 at 10:42 am
I like "reality's noose."
Cookie.K said...
Sept. 3, 2012 at 9:47 pm
this is really talented!
Site Feedback