Saturday, 29 November 2014

Into My Labyrinthine Wonders

I have been troubled down to the bone
Nothing is fresh and I’m dry with dark tone
Carry me home, please take me as your own
Hold the lamp steady for the madness I’ve shown

Pity thy spirit so meek for it is now lost
Will it ever find a sign for a new host?
Do not move but stand still under my lamp post
Give me your blood for ne’er has high cost

Look me in the eyes and tell me if I fit in
For if I don’t then I shall walk deep within
A piece of your heart I desire my queen
On a silver platter drenched with gin

The grasses bathe on the morning dew
As I pretend that I am with you
Will there be hope or will I always rue?
Pity the wanderer, give thee a sign or two


∗This is my original composition
© Copyright 2014

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