Branded

Spare the rod,

and spoil

the

run-

look into

my eyes,

and

fall-

entranced

from staring

at the sun,

we burned

the writing

on

the

wall...

these painted

skies

are open doors,

unopened

wounds,

forevermore-

ride the

silent

hymn

of

bliss,

whilst drifting

'cross a

dreamer's

mist...

my poltergeists

await their

time,

assembled

by the

gates of

rhyme-

have a drink,

digest the

past,

just like

the sun,

we forget

fast...