Wednesday, 26 March 2014

fine hawk

trapped in a mirror                         
within a dream
don't wanna wake
                                            cos that'll only mean
I'm outta time 
                I'm outta time
                                I walked on blue
I treaded across a fine 
and flimsy sheet of chalk
from above a hawk
                                 its beady beady eyes
dark, imploring demise

                      came unto me