And when your hand will rise again
An invisible force
I shall not be there
I shall not be there to greet you
A mirror may guide you
Or not will be your echo
Black beings with long arms and glowing eyes
Will hide in a hollow tree inside your mouth
Say yes and they say no
Until two colours blend into grey
You shall be blind
A bone your crutch
A river your tears to a fools font
You shall lay down to rest
- until further notice -
The cashier said
Bite.
About the Creator
Lunax
A dual lingual poet and writer based in London. Studied writing at the well known German DLL Literature Institute Leipzig for writers. Would be lovely to meet other artists and writers. Lets share great art! x
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