In restless dreams I walked alone
foot steps echoing off alleyway walls
a graffiti painted mural say's
a world so silent we lay listening
to only the silence deafening our ears
we stare at each other without saying a word
as people march by one by one like sheep to slaughter
following the words of the TV prophet
he says he'll save they're minds an souls
as long as they keep sending dollars
If I were to fall would you help me up
or leave me there broken beyond repair
could one be more foolish as to go blindly once
searching for the elusive thing called love
only to be left bruised and alone
In restless dreams I walked alone
foot steps echoing off alleyway walls
a graffiti painted mural say's
Nothing out of the ordinary
To read.
" All the Gods are dead ".
The out of Ordinary
Would be
To see The Gods Alive
And them to strike
It on the wall
( written in red )
Who's Dead.
KS
Nearly, the twisted poet God
Nearly, the twisted poet God is still alive and kicking! :X hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Life
is the miracle indeed SS. God is in the fingers is all twisted poets. : )