Raised on delusional belief
Of deranged cerebral chess games
Forging memories into myth.
Behind the curtain is a puppet master
Reminding me that I'm not an illusion
Ramming their rancid fingers
Into my head.
Deliriously caressing the frantically
Running thoughts trying desperately
To flee the on coming crash
Your wondering fingers slither their way
Through my soul, corroding the crumbling
Walls of a rapidly deteriorating city.
Abandoned after many years of thought.
I tried to write... pretty sure it didn't work
This is really nice. You have used some beautiful metaphors here to create a very powerful effect that most people would be able to relate to. The second stanza, in particular, reads really well - easy, with a nice rhythm. Great work.
It worked. I like it!
This is excellent! I love the ways you worded this. The power, the energy, the imagery...excellent job! I'm pretty sure that you succeeded. ^.^
Wow :0 that was surprise I wasnt expecting such a response. Thank you
sounds like manipulation at its best, who knew fingers could do so much damage.