Zypher
Well-Known Member
Day Burns down to night. Burns the edge of my soul. In the night, I break into sparks of suns and become fire's in a dust of bones. Night knives my breath swallows whole my tongue, turned back, reversed, returned. In the night i see the real concealed in the day's bright lie. Eyes stitched shut, white teeth smile. Sleep walks and talks and feet mark time of day to the drumless beat.