tormented and scatterbrained
by legs with no feet
and beings with no faces
words with no vision
and thought without sight
continually lost in consistancy
ending softly with no flight
the stregth it takes to fall back and lose grasp
is the inner demon you try to repel inside
it's consuming and leech-like nature
will summon us all.
is to fall forward to lean with ease
and comfort...? Maybe.
dreams that often lie vacant
are weary and somber
color coded chambers
seeking meaning
out of ashes and suede clouds