The Truth about Fairytales is ,
Its reality stays Anonymous.
Dismembered from the First Victim,
Always Invisible to Love.
I have a Username 1
as many a Username as 23
So Not being free,
Made I felt that thy weren't worthy of me.
Yet I was just picking Cotton
The master as dreamy as it gets,
In His eyes things were Getting Steamy.
as a slave I was , its obvious he had Forgotten.
For In my Mouth,
The Missing Monsters reside
Secrets Limited to each twisted lash of my tongue .
And they are responsible of me
Falling to my Death ,
in a Lucid Dream
Let the Pirates of the Sky catch me.
Around their necks beckons a Hanging Hand
This Leader Village and community in flight,
Will tell me about The Exam.
And for a Final task
When The Night Returns
In a flair of fire
I'll Dance with the captured Caribbean Gypsies
Who are Aspiring Authors,
And World Breakers ,
Forging a new mankind
To the Demise of countless Broken pencil tips.
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoetryThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
