Friday, 25 January 2013

In veins.

How odd
That I should find myself here
Surrounded by, what's the word?
Lovers, friends?
What does it matter?
I'm here again.

I feel perhaps I've left behind
A part of me. A sliver of my mind
It could just be a lover eyes
A meaningless glance
It crawls inside.
And I don't mind.

You've passed this test
Or so you hope
Failure may be
Your true destiny
And to fulfil ones destiny
Is a great thing indeed.
So live in and revel in debauchery.

Dance with fire
Dance with frost
And be not ashamed
Of all you've lost.

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