My first piece made of my own volition. Please share your opinions, much appreciated. |
Perspective shift Lauding my kite for lifting my eyes past the skies longing for the string to pop so my angel may beam down a warmth that makes pluto feel like the sun have you ever felt that you were frozen in a slipstream, immoblized acceleration, stagnation of choice detered by indifference how there are all those you care for 'cept for yourself apathy filters your choices with non-chaloir as your armure Everyone loves a puppy, that's your ticket, happy-go-lucky They all say your cute and nice so hide that heart of ice Ohh but the muse, she cools my acidic gaze from a bullseye lantern I only lay on my reflection She cracks my ice and adds her spice The pups grown up His tail wags and his eyes gleam....a little brighter, thanks to her starfire No longer will he come when they command no more will he soothe their scarred and theiving hands Still he play games, still quick to protect the shamblers and cardplayers He plays a little smarter, he walks a little taller Though emotions still fly, floating without hindrance this glider where before exuding brash luminescence now performs for a private audience |