Living in this waking dream
I begin to see the blood flow
Wishing I could leave this realm
I’m finding a new way to grow
Ivy tendrils reach skywards
Encircling my motionless form
The blood drops stain their leaves
Lifting me up, with me they mourn
I’m trying to break away
Destroy the mould which binds
The living ivy breathes its magic
To kill is not in my heart to try
I remain in their green hands
Letting them enfold around me
Tying me to that climb, ascending
The heights. Not what I want really
Who am I?
The Creator
- shinysilverdragon
- Belrose, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia
- I was once described as a deep pond. Calm on the surface, but who knows what going on in the darkness. I don't know if its still true or not. It probably isn't, but it's a nice little thought anyway. I like reading, being creative. I also love motorsport in particular, drift. and hope one day to compete at a National/International level.
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