In The Dead Of Sunlight
Honey drip tar sunlight
Stale smoke crib fumes
Shade breaks cruel shadows
Sprawling on the wall.
Noise clinks outside
Time ticks turns under
Back to front, full
Closing further.
Face crease in the mirror
Hair falls thin ribbons
Floor filled strips
Blowing in the breeze.
Waiting for light to sigh
And the darkness take over
Once and for all.
melanie coady
Tue 6th Sep 2011 22:59
dark stuff kealan...hmmm what was on ur mind here!! xx