'09 Bladed Memory


Such a lonely night in partial darkness

Not a human soul in sight but my own

Wind whistling against the creepy doors

Out squeaking mice and rats that linger

I started to ignore the cold spooky nature

Began to focus on the tip of my Calphalon

With the tip at the center of my forehead

Staring hard, cross-eyed revealing a letter

My selective hearing didn't last very long

My thoughts began to wander without me

So close to the edge of my pointy blade

When clouds decide to gleek at my face

I am sure I heard a bark in the distance

Trees laughing with their swaying leaves

Somewhere, water is slowly washing away...

Somewhere...washing away my bad thought

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