purgery
is known to me
without the details
of viscosity
i have no memory
of what may have happened to me
but all is well
as I sit in the cell
within the walls
inside the hell
given to me
by my friendly enemy
in my own mind
in my own chamber
i sit there
next my neighbor
and wonder
the remainder
of that to come
as result of past
in the horrid future
will i ever be sane?
in there remainder of my youth
sixty-five and dead
as is the truth
and continuing on
in my delusioned youth
a self-destructive tale
of purgery and truth
it is actually a wolf, not a fox, but i do get that a lot when people see my drawing.... read more
on OF WOLVES DREAMS_1