29 July 2012

A hand around what's real.

A finger around the way I feel.

Tying myself up to integrate myself.

Putting these thoughts away on a shelf.

Waiting.

Anticipating which cards will be dealt.

My mind begins to melt.

Breaking the bars of steel.

My desinty bitterly sealed.

I walk beyond the veil.

candyland_massacreBeyond The Veil • Opuss № I