Skeletons In My Closet
written by: Fallen Engel
@BlackEngel3
The butterfly falls with such elegance, his mass is small
The human beast tumbles and breaks his neck
Chariots drawn by the black and white stallion
Ego rides that unruly horse
Morpheus and Thanatos are brothers til the end
Gods of sleep and death always hand in hand
The non pastured dragon sashay’s and flicks his tongue
Broca’s area of the brain where speech is undone
Is this how we lost our ability to talk to the sons?
The sun is so bright making the stars invisible
But as the night turns, they all radiate
Just like the verbal abilities of our left hemisphere
Obscures the awareness of our right hemisphere.
Who am I on this path but a fallen angel in the shadows of the night...
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