Thousand Words Campaign: 25

The Glory

The first day of the month brings the last of the life
The life that you dreamt for me that wonderful night
That wonderful night when my eyes took flight to soar high as a kite
High like the kite of expectations you filled with helium that would never deflate
That I would never debate, question. Or equate
Miss take your air from my lungs and replace
We don't breathe the same
I tried but there's not enough to expand my frame
Hope you can pay attention to my claim
You say its in my blood, how can I not be vein
Flowing with the current has always been a strain
Like it hurts my muscles when my mind dances like michael but you wish I was jermaine
Then I can't begin to vocalize how my heart bleeds on my sleeve, now that's a t.pain
And my life was so mundane that I went insane
So now you call me crazy because I'm showing my fangs
Stealing souls in the night by harnessing the darranged
Devouring the fat lady, listen to werewolf sang
And when success rises in the morning
I shall greet the elusive jezzabell with sweat pouring
And I will father the glory,
I've passed the test, ask maury

-Wally.Vega