Criminal

I’m a mirror of my own demons

Distorted multiple reflections

I’m an animal in my own wilderness

An explorer with instincts of a tiger

I’m a broken wing fallen from the surface

Forever lies below, unseen and unheard

 

But what I do is against the norm

 

For I’m a criminal of my own words

Wanted for breaking the order

Chopping imaginations, mutilating visions

Preserving the remaining within letters

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s