Hush!
I’m wondering high,
How high do you go?
These ladders can’t reach,
Where the mortals can’t go,
Perish in the fires,
Drown into the sea,
I am not fussy,
They’ll both do for me,
Knife through the butter,
It glides easily,
And so does a bullet,
As I swing from a tree,
Why do you cry?
You know what I am,
A monster in a movie,
Like an evil masked man,
Dark times are ahead,
The ice burns instead,
Nothing is normal,
When nothing is said.
Copyright © Michael Diack | Year Posted 2005
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