24 January 2015

Call Me Home

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

No comments:

Post a Comment