My life is mostly of light,filling it, doors open SLAM!
The ringing in my ears, as i hang my head off my bed WHISPERS! Going through my dreams, stares creek VOICES!
How i desire your dreams dark with lollipops of poison gumdrops.
Paintings of dark clouds, black rainbows and red raindrops of sacrifice.
Like a calm feline, with a body of love and queens eyes of protection in my black heart. Yes ruthless and witty, sounds of hissing and clawing its way free of my bloody fantasy's, Waiting for my dreams to end.........
The lightness of my world but the darkness of my dreams
I am sleeping here now....
Things i am but not of wishes.
We act as homo sapience do trying to walk up right. Praying that we will sprout white wings instead of black bricks.
But at the end of our desperate - C.
We break of bat wings and color them white. With the blood of our enemies,
And fly up to the path where the King shall crown us
"SAINT"
NOW...
Wake Up!
See the world you call home And begin to weep.........
YOU ARE READING
The Scent Of Dreams
PoetryA poem that i wrote when i was in an area of my life that felt like i didnt know which side to choose and felt as if i was being pulled but didnt know from which direction. Up or down.
