Megan - Voices

I have no pride, I have no shame

Cold and lucid you are my dream

And I can not see my mistake.

I only see you.

fixate on your eye

Its you and its always been you

you breathe life into my illness

I penetrate

Like a forgotten ancient god

That remains hidden

Rotten

Diseased at the core

Unleashed set free

A poet hiding in the shadows

Of inspiration

(then I remember)

Dull footfalls from the halls

Step into the cold wet street

Megan