Grasping with eagle claws
the clouds I’d tear from the sky
unholy minions denizens of the deep
forcing me to let go
to collapse into a heap
once more sane
no more blame
no more games

The buzzing denizens
the trembling vixens
awaiting my touch
awaiting my every word

(sounds of breathing)
Dragons passing my door
No-one loves me anymore
There are no rules
Only sane and insane
to rule my actions of the sword
Terrible silence Roars
Terrible silence – Roars
To be replaced
by small talk
how did I get so fucking deep?

Published by Andrew Mark Watkins

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