Blind Dog
Solicitor,
Tiny gangster
Greatest showman of the all
Budding flower
Both open yet closed
To what is meant to be
A city without parks or tree's
A black and white
3D modern day television
With supersonic fibre internet connection 24/7
Trapped inside a spider's webb
complete with all the trimmings
Chock full of what every human desires drapped in skin of flesh
My precious
My lord that holdeth sway over the
1 true ring above them all
I beckon and await your call
Every second i betray
That which i was born to be
As i am walking slowly blind
Each day by day
Further into the devils mitts
Without you beside me to guide me
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