Friday, February 25, 2011

The Art of Anarchy

The slow dance, of fear,
racing through his veins
The slow heart beat,
Stopping with the time.

To the tunes of fire,
He dances, all night long,
To the furry of Ire,
He devours his long lost hope,


















A Drop of tear,
Mangled in the dust,
A drop of blood,
He looses his trust.

Can he stand, can he stay
For the unending change
Can he lead, can he lay,
The anarchy of change.

1 comments:

Ravenclaw said...

its awesome!!! i love it!!! its unsettling, to say the least!! as if u have stolen the words from my soul!!!!!