Flogged by one's own penance
Of shifting cadavers (who just haven't been informed)
A journey along railed stair-edge
along rotted jade stones embryonic TENS
Exit past lives
and wounds reheal
Only up to no good
Always betting on the under
In this game of robin hood
Feels very accustomed
Seem as fragile as they ever have
The eyes still flicker as they envision
The flavor to the scents you've so often imagined as beautiful
Something different is present
There is a subtle difference in atmosphere
And an inexplicable change in circumstance
I look into the mirror
And notice something completely out of place
Why, yes I do believe it is?
That must be what they call a smile
It feels good
Yet why does a slight discomfort twill the flesh below the eyes?
Note to self:
This new person will take a little time to adjust into, but the hopes are as high as they've ever been.
But still, I wonder how could this be?