Chasing the rabbit's wish,
down each hole he dug.
Dead-end dreamers
chasing rabbit's wishes
find themselves in the dark.
A severed foot is what's found,
a symbol of good luck
at the cost of the rabbit's life.
It was unknown, how,
the rabbit is luckier alive,
in one piece.
Soul and spirit, divine-
is the rabbit's living gift.
Pain, a creature,
creeping in and out of our bodies.
He creeps into our mental space,
leaving blanks to fill.
A creature like amnesia
erases any memory of pain.
I can not imagine why.
Can not imagine
such a creature's embrace,
but he's had his hold on me.
Sucked me in to this world of skepticism,
where nothing is real,
question everything. Reality is gone.
Whispers crackle
in the back of my mind
like a withering candle,
a wick burning to
it’s impending end.
A pillow of thoughts
to sink my head into
while I sort through
withering whispers.
A blanket of questions in mind,
they drape over me,
holding me down.
The questions no one can answer,
stay unknown as I
search my mind for a solution.
Blow out your crackling candle,
and pray for a sound pillow tonight.
There's only one way
to find your answers.