March 7, 2012

  • In neon/light the fire right from under my eyes/ I've been long slayed upon the white walker flames held under layers of night stalker ice/I've grazed with an infinite gaze far beyond the reaches of time/I've seen books encounter factories speaking thunder right from under toe nails and knife/I've carved out niches left as barren holes in the middle of the heart left behind/in fragments/paved/in honor and grace/will you face the boogeyman left waiting beyond the night watchmen gate/ Or sigh/to only meet a harrowing end of sight