He Whom I Know

Posted Oct 19, 2002
Last Updated Oct 30, 2011

Rummaging across the shadows
of my life
My head feels compressed with
heavy drunkenness.
My demon calls me noble
Yet I cannot dispel the
constant notion that
I am no more noble
than a shady whisper
drooling from the mouth
of a cheating vagrant.

What is an image
but a wasted thought
captured away from the soul?
My name is an image
that has only a dark and blurred reflection
of he whom I know.

Comment

No HTML Tags are permitted.

Angry Teapot Level Design Awards

Newsletter Subscription