Mellifluous Murmurs

When Everyday Strikes A Dime

Coins, coins, more coins

They jingle

Tingle

Seep

They run around free and wealthy

But they'd end up in the righteous of hands

For one day I will be swept off towards Poe's raven.

Me? Coins? Why?

My palm is the same of one's dirty mind

I was rusted

Dingy

Maybe even carrying disease–

But fate brought me to bad;

I must stick to it.

Hail the world with its sin

With its sorcery of magic and crime

I'd sit back

And watch the world go by

As I intended on believing my position and day in the life

I was scared to watch how everything walked on by 

I was afraid to watch the expression 

I was petrified because I couldn't imagine myself in places of thought

I was scared, afraid, petrified

I am now a warrior.

I am now a warrior with nothing but a shield over her naked body

I would absorb its non existent warmth, even from its cold, stale steel

I should hide behind it for a sign of protection

But I lived behind it because I was afraid of becoming a bait of itself.

 Maybe I was a bait.