The Look That Pulls Us In
one smile, was all it took for time to stop
A fractured frown, skin on bone, halted every clock
reasons,melt away like ice,disappear like noiseless sounds
further proof of something washing through, filling every crack inside the mind
with silky, sickening, suffocating style
the eyes lock on
become one,twisting through the emptieness,searching in the darkness
overpowering the last defences
the night is young
breathing stops, a gentle touch
like lightning burning skin
golden drops of bright sunshine,blinding every sin
senses grate and taste of wine,pulses bursting through
moonlit shadows on the fire,have yet to be subdued
sharp air fills the lungs,
tempers flair and mask despair
fervored, panicked, desparate eyes, searching for a truth
calming eyes and twisted lies, deliver like a noose
endless days slip away
twilight creeps within
Its often said,our beds been made
but its the look that pulls us in.
Copyright © Ryan Mcneil | Year Posted 2009
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