Treasure Island

Dean Meredith


Deliciously Dark


Three minutes to midnight
And paranoia came knocking
The clock was a liar
And the others pretenders
Staring and blinking
And secretly winking
Throwing those thoughts
They start my soul sinking
Their glaring and grinning
With electric eyes
And empty ears
Always watching
And listening
For subtle signs
Of secret sinning
And quivering lips
Cracked from licking
Tongues all telling
Wet with excitement
Confessing and crying
Of love so blinding
And hearts well beaten
Perched on pedestals
Fools come knocking
Brushing too closely
Mercilessly sending
Fragile young things
Falling and crashing
Pounding and smashing
Down into the ground

Submitted: Tuesday, March 26, 2013

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