You and He
He speaks in riddles because no one knows,
There’s no way to know.
And you...
Listening,
Silent,
The door moves.
Words unspoken bequest a road
Torn,
Unbalanced.
His lying face will smile today.
In the mist, he greets all visitors.
His eyelids closed off to you…
Ill mannered confidence,
Blood curdled sweetness,
Bid you ado farewells.
Blunt hypnotics are shadows,
Illusions,
A movement unfelt by what has been.
Borne to a quiet room,
Why must he be led away?
It’s you…
Stabbing at the livid beast,
Bleakly crippled by the retreat,
Surrendered again….
Subdued scenic relevance,
Becomes his dreams to be.
You…
Take his word as elegance
Because he’s led you to believe
Demonic casualties are nothing but a…
Themes so real,
Surreal in blood,
Read by you…
‘Mind’s reflection
Mould and tare away
From the capsule’s of the dead.
Fallen,
Spilling,
He held on to you…
Idle plans crept beneath the
Sight of the stagnant eyes,
And when he left to dream there was…
You and he.
Copyright © Michael Guerra | Year Posted 2005
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