What is this, i don’t even know.
high and low at the same time.
And yet, i am stuck between the two
one first then the other.
Fish on the dock.
light as a feather,
Rocks beneath the water.
Its one of those days,
one where the clouds are dark and
rays of sunlight dance across the
Just for a second the unnatural gleam of light
on a day meant only for wind;
chases the shadows from beneath the oak.
but then again, it is still a day destined
Blood soaked halls and falling walls
dance alongside the rotten sugarplums of what used to be
you used to be,
You were going places.
the devil crept in.
He came slowly,
And you liked it,
Until you didn't.
Until you couldn't understand the person you have become,
because you chose this.
You made it this way,
you could change,
but you wont.
Its still to tempting, the escape it provides.
For a moment, at least.