THe Transparent Tale.
As try work out what is become of me, the tide as hide away for so long. The world is faked as my skin is blistering. From hard stone selfless human is transparent from view. I stand within feet away as crumbling dirt. Felling as I lose the balance of identity. Is the fear for the forgettable of which they speak of. Brush with a glance, you pathetic thing which should bow down before thy. Golden sheen of the prevail round it but the seamless radiant
Kept close in and at its chest, small hands cupped,
that ghost popped in, a door guest.
It tricks n treats in sheets best.
Updated 10-01-2011 at 09:26 PM by Silas Thorne