The first waking thought after a night spent dreaming.
Induce gray wolves’ cries,
Now life has meaning.
Light dies,
Children screaming.
The world implodes if you cease being.
Your baritone sighs, words rarely expressed
Tasty, sweet, delicious
Held dear to her breast
More vicious
As she progressed
At what price to complete her quest
Friends fall by the wayside, confounded, concerned
Losing touch with reality
She paid to be spurned
Constant fatality
The path wound and turned
Relentless terrain left her scarred and burned
CANDY CRUSH






21 Aug 2013
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