writing Walls

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

Through the blurred vision that surrounds clouded judgment.

Unto walls of cold steel and hallow voices.

Empty halls of barren decent.

Believe not what others say.

They know not of hands to join.

 

By grace and stutter, by all things good.

Leave not a smile, through blurred corridors.

Perhaps not the end, as once thought to be.

All in the end of having already ended, such are these walls.

An independent feeling of security, scrutinized through eyes that watch.

All the walls, and through all these halls, eyes perceive us all about.

 

No more doors, and windows gone.

Leave not through your own will.

Take my hand, join me well, perhaps this night shall be the last.

And through pure will, innate loathing made present.

Through halls of blurred vision, and walls of insecurity.

 

 

-David Favret