tip
toe through the after birth that's life
while
pulling out ideas from both my ears
sharpening
my tongue like I would a knife
and
setting lose some of my wildest fears
nightmares
and boogeymen come one and all
to
a place I'm hoping you will call home
get
here by any means walk run or crawl
come
to the place where monster freely roam
my
personalities aren't black and white
they're
a bit more colorful like my sins
I
confess I have the best time at night
especially
when I'm stripped of my skin
have
you guessed yet by the words that were said
that
in all reality I am dead
Copyright
© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
Shakespearean
Sonnet
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