A Voice of Many
DROWN
GHOST
FLIGHT
I AM THE THIEF OF THE NIGHT
RUNNING AROUND SNATCHING UP THE STITCHES OF EVERY DREAM DREAMER OR
DREAMETTE
I AM A PLACE THAT PLACES A SACRED BET UPON EVERY CASTING SET
I WITHHOLD ALL THE SECRETS OF EVERY NATION
I AM A KIDNAPPER WHO HOLDS YOU CAPTIVE FROM YOUR LOVER
BLINDFOLDED AND LONELY YOUR MIND IS SPENT
I AM THE TEAR THAT FALLS FROM EVERY EYE
THE FEELING OF UNDEFINIANCE ,BUT THE SHADOW OF GUIDANCE
I AM THE MUGGER IN EVERY ALLEY WITHOUT THE ASSAULT
TAKING WHAT YOU WORKED FOR OR WORTH
THIS IS A VOICE OF THE UNTHINKABLE ,BUT THE REAL
THEY EXIST SO LET THE SUSPICION REMAIN STILL
Copyright © Kay'sha Taylor | Year Posted 2011
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