of fresh wisdom
laid to bear witness
to the intentions of words
My stunted bricks hold scars
of betrayal and love. Lust holds lost
I write my rights to right the wrongs that are left.
This is the deep end of it. – Rudolph
High, full of dark chimneys
Raise the dust to find the crypts
Buried beneath its grounds with vile
Stories that pique the ears in a twisted
Manner guided by the dragon with
Tongues like the rival of Egypt
Ancient truth, relic of lies
Carved with mortal
You Begin From The Top.
The doors unlock to keep them out.
The window reveals to only the pane
The stairs you climb is to keep them down.
But the curtain conceals the dripping rain.
Secrets aren’t buried six feet like bodies,
they Start with dots buried on tops of pyramids. -Leon