Bound [Like a Slave.]

by BlueEyedMystery   Dec 4, 2011


Called the Wizard out tonight,
To ask if he just might,
Be able
To make my head spin
Back into the reality of a
Broken-down world.

"There ain't no life anymore."

Fluff and sparkles
Used to
dance
Spin
Twirl
Into a nightmare
Of the living-.

A deity once asked
If I was so
Engulfed in pretending
to be a zombie
that I had forgotten
how to be a
dandelion and make wishes
to the stars.
"It's all been burned to black ash."

The fire pit of hell must be warm.
I'm almost-
Lured to the scent of
Burned flesh.

What is wrong with me?

A tornado
Is all I've ever wanted to be.
Can't you see?

You're destroying
A perfectly good disaster.

"A slave perhaps."

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