One moment, I’m a fly
Flailing and thrashing
Against a web of deadlines
The next moment, I fly,
I fall down, and drown
Into the mouth of a dream
Here I am, this is I
Perched over the snout
Of a hideous gargoyle
A sign glows in the sky
From the corner of my eye
I see a shadow swing by
Don't I know this place from somewhere
Are those Arkham spires in the distance
And isn't that the Wayne manor
And so, lost, I stalk the night
I walk where the shadow subjugates light
In the city of the dark Gotham knight
I guess, you can say
I walk the fine line between
So called reality
And what’s clearly a dream
2 comments:
Goody Goody... :)
And so, entangled are all between reality and dreams.
Good one mate!
arkham is nice and cool this time of year and i can wear my make up and the heat doesn't make my eyeliner run and of course all the prison guards that i slaughter with chicken wire and toothpicks stay fresh in the chill
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