WITHERING REAP
I walk on broken glass while awake.
I’m blind yet I fly,
I soar the skies with no true purpose
A cadaverous smile branded on my face
Shedding light on this darkness.
But hey what’s a little mischief?
Sparkle and twinkle,
Bounce around little mystique
A secret riddle concealed by everlasting demise
Enclosed by shining-dark eerie naughtiness
Unable to be seen nor found
I soar the skies with no true purpose,
I soar the skies for my own delight,
I lead the blind into the night,
I lead myself into the haunting,
Creeps and spooks and taunts and chills
I soar the skies reaping psyches
For my own thrill,
For that is my dreary position
In this merciless, murky sphere.
Love it or not
My dark-side is upon thee
And the day has come.