The Twisted Truth
Nobody is reading anymorenor responding to this shed blood
or the odd ray of light,
something must have come over tonight
Like a playground
separated by a chalk line
daring you to step over,
to lose that death grip
Just let it slip
whether you care to, or not
jump that ship
tear down that common ground
Standing in the middle of this yard
in the midnight hour
amazed by the star cover
growling low warnings from the brush
Wild and deceptively feral
untamed or shamed words
plotting innocent musings
without any backing at all
He bleeds, planting seeds
shedding disguises through blue eyes
maybe even the twisted truth
surely won't hide this time
mathiasthom
written 4/5/12
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