Asleep
In the darkest hours
The world moves
As master puppeteer
And puppet
Both
Disappointed in the performance
The drill and the hole
The very duplicate of the invented peg
Shriveled slugs
Shells
Inhabited by falsehoods
Illusion that claims fact
Trapped in the twined ball
Eyes closed
A fiber in twisted imaginings
A race to nowhere
Like the wheel set free
Down the endless hill
A contest
Warped
Within a magician’s spell
Cast out
When each is born blue
A prized ribbon
Left to unravel and bleed
In the reign games
A veil aching for recognition
Bleakness
Shaking
From this place
Phantom ink scribbles
Truths
With vulture-tinted egos
Thousands born apart
Behind the layers
Where tears
Awake
Through the labor
Of birth
Asleep
Belly of a Star 
June 13, 2013 at 7:40 pm
This one makes me feel like I’m falling, like a night terror..cold and frightened and running, alone.
June 14, 2013 at 3:31 am
raw revealing intricate truths aches of reality imagery so clear thankyou if its false if i dont feel right we cant go in x
June 16, 2013 at 7:43 am
awe..great comment, thank you. 🙂