Castle In The Shadows (poetry 2014-present)

pins and needles biting like beetles clock is ticking moon is shining over windowed steeples towering in the sky cast shadows on high cradling, with a dark hearts' lamented, fermented sour lullaby reaching for the right praying to get through each night til we reach the light

Bravery is false pride like fake it til you make it defiant on this ride through hell and now alone battling I need to win like the sword in the stone it's a battle that's so steep struggling so hard to keep functioning enough so that I can go enough to actually sow so that what's sown can be reaped so that I can then find my peace I can't let go until I have done that at least and speaking of above homonyn-ically no grim reapers will come I'll chase them away with my drum yeah, my heart is the drum yeah it has to keep beating my blood has to keep pumping and some

Black ice crystals s hine like whistles  whistling in the dark  whistling through the park  of trees and benches barren  subtly it'll wear down  the backs of every fool  who turns away  but cool  bearing backs to weather  so cruel

throbbing and gushing the blood from an axe drips down hot like wax corroding like a million rusty tacks poking through my bones and digging into my teeth round it round it goes until i'm burning in the heath

Trend, trends go 'round the bends to the top so high and into the sky for everyone to see like a star on a tree like a bird gracefully gliding on thankfully for now everyone knows the story in it's throes nevermind all the foes it's protected by thee you can now say it's right you can now say it's tight you can now say alright cause it's good and it's right trends, trends oh tell all your friends!