LittleSiss
Sorceress
I can’t walk home
I never thought of driving
Not hammered but where I wanted to be.
Seeing though a 5 year olds eyes.
Stairwells and banisters, voices of monsters.
A swirling sound, of truth trying to sound just so.
You find and see and deny and expect.
What purpose is the confusion?
I never understood.
My cabin is my only solace.
Slumber is my grace.
I never thought of driving
Not hammered but where I wanted to be.
Seeing though a 5 year olds eyes.
Stairwells and banisters, voices of monsters.
A swirling sound, of truth trying to sound just so.
You find and see and deny and expect.
What purpose is the confusion?
I never understood.
My cabin is my only solace.
Slumber is my grace.