Morphed into what you've been running from all this time,
You stretch and scratch at your newborn skin,
You crushed the once so sweet sublime,
With a new unruly, crooked grin.
Your mind, over-ridden by remote control,
Or perhaps for no reason to be explained,
You laid us beneath a six foot hole,
With a mind untroubled and a heart unpained.
I watch...
Continue reading...