The breakthrough

Sitting there through insomniac nights,

Just waiting for the darkness to finish its meals.

Walking along with people shouting my name,

Whether it's a dream or a reality, it's all just the same.

A silent soul, a melting table,

A moving room, a wall unstable,

A colorful vision, A lonely soul,

The constant reminder of a warped mind,

Is kept hidden from the foe.

A little blood bath,

Is all that is needed,

To have a good long laugh,

When warnings go unheeded.

The End

0 comments about this poem Feed