Men From Boys
A solid rock fading under brittle manipulation,
A foundation left betrayed by past magical thoughts,
Or lack thereof,
Sinking into the dead and hollow.
Along with free roaming spectacles of bruised souls,
Sharing the demon which possesses the misty sea,
Forever together,
As we have not yet departed our last breath.
Like single candles under the watch of darkness,
It is the sickening novels of flames burning blank,
One by one,
Controversy to human care left numb.
It is a thought, a dream of chasing rainbows,
The pure feeling of providing the beauty of life,
To the unborn,
Keeping the carbon dioxide out of our flesh.
Copyright © Colin Cairns | Year Posted 2014
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