My labyrinth The one that twists my insides No escaping turning about My labyrinth filled with lost causes A whiff of pleasure floating above these castle like walls Reminding me A way out is promising My labyrinth Walking on by Touching informants of many kinds Came across a man filled with riddle's No answers forthcoming Although he informed me of this; "The greatest thing, you'll ever learn is to be loved, and be loved in return." He continued with this... watching my perplexing expression "Only if you survive this dazing maze will you find your serenity." I must keep walking Finding my fate amongst these stone hedge like walls Many memories living inside Many alone Many still trapped deep inside Bellowing When I do escape I'll bathe in the summertime sunshine Never oppressing Always subconsciously forthcoming Progressing My escape will be my revelation Sitting Sitting Running Running Smiling : ) I've escaped my Labyrinth -Robbie Watson
I met him once He was silently waiting Coaxing me with his silent desire I think I smelled something vague Something inhuman in the air As m head bellowed and I started to wallow with tears for sense of fear My perplexed eyes focused clearly It was daunting Somewhat frightening A hallow face was staring blankly Invoking me It was beautiful Bewildering yet filled with hysteria A young child it was Eyes so wise and whole Completely swallowing Numbing pain I now felt This thing which possessed me fiercely Was not the same as me Once he realized my recognition to what he was He lunged Spinning me into the air As I fell he punctured my tender frightened skin with his iridescent fangs Wooing me into submission I almost felt an honest reverie to love him him Possessing him So strange I drifted anonymously in and out of subconsciousness Finally I began to slumber When I awoke I sensed nothing Yet smelled and heard everything entirely When I stood up I immediately thought mirror One second and I was there What stood there was me Gleaming with what looked like his same iridescent smile Yet my eyes were different Young yet wise and very green With a hint of a simmering red I was so forthcoming for once Shortly after my realization I then remembered with a monotone thought out of thin air It was time to feed my desires Finally I felt free ...It was indeed food for thought <I will Live forever.> -Robbie Watson
