its been a while since I last wrote...

Choices to make
consequences to escape
snare beats in a pencils sketching beat
writing a picture of us, discret
brush by brush the paintings gone
stone with stone the wall is drawn
drowning from condensation of breath
bouncing off your stone walled ears
to taze my words that will bring death
strap on a sarcaphagous scarf
half orphaned, pall bound
do you know where I'm found
a pergatory of platonics
like impartial politics
yes with a no twist
brings a handshakes to a fist
each story on your wrist
written in stitch
I will hear
if you I can adhere

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2 comments so far.

1. wendi J Darling says:

   i like this very much

2. 4 SUGAR BEAR says:

   This is neat... especially how you describe,
   "drowning from condensation of breath". Good Job.
   ~PEACE OUT