Friday, February 28, 2014

The Truth

The truth is that our youth
have crazy minds like daisies

A daisy white and so bright
like the light that will bite
the knight that can't fight
the kite in the night

Broken not outspoken

Hearts with darts

Labyrinths filled with absinthe 

Toxic, so hypnotic, chaotic, melodic

Butterfly heads, multiply and multiply

A trip, loss of grip, slip

Your soul no longer whole
never whole, no control
drop, roll

Get out of the drought