Monday, September 17, 2012

A Resident of the Crowd

My flaws are written on a wall
My history is written in a scrawl
Scratched with the risings of a fall
Demons of my past are breathing on my door
Reminding me to revisit the pain of my past
As I hold tightly the strings of my sanity
Felt in the stirring of a storm.
The noises you make startle me out of my skin.
The gods of lore poke me in the ribs
I repress the risings of a squeal
I am a resident of the crowd
So humiliated by sound
Whisper to me the secrets of my time
Tell me in my sacred sleep
Tell me, how does my story end?



She Made Me Do It! Copyright © 2010 | Designed by: Compartidisimo