The Voices In my Head
Walking down the dark alley with a pierced heart and broken crossbow "I am a predator" dangles like earrings in my timid heart whilst my legs_ tremble to the thuds of falling leaves. Am I a prey to the voices growling in my head ? or I am just a feebleminded predator whose courage was broken whose hope was punctured and razed. If my next step becomes the last and my feet become frightened to kiss the soil if I failed to find myself in the breezy breeze of tomorrow dusk squirt my forehead with spits of jeer. I'll keep walking down the dark alley with a blank heart and a faceless mask if tomorrow comes and I am out of sight give the crown to the voices lurking in my head for they have buried my soul in the thwarted under_ground. I will keep walking down this dark alley towards the sunlight piercing the gloom with my pierced heart still beating if you see me give the crown to...