Between the Seams of our Dreams

A shiver to a quake

All hell to His name.

Forsaken and forgotten

Little that remains.

Her ripples move unseen

Between the seems of our dreams.

She haunts the memories of our day

And the nights through our screams.

A purposeful account of lost hope in the sun.

Yet remains the spotlight of lost flesh and blood.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s