Colours
They were peaceful, and soothing.
They brought me sweet relase,
And in her arms I was a child again,
And safe.
When the bad boys came knocking
She cradled my head
And softly she whispered..
Instead.. instead..
Walk the right way, and sleep.
On your feet.
Close your eyes, and your lips,
And watch the colours fall..
They were painful, and bright.
She sang that night,
But there were wolves
And I heard them.
When the bad wolves came knocking
She cradled my head,
And softly she whispered
Instead.. instead..
Walk the right way, and sleep.
On your feet.
Do you sleep on your feet?
Have you ever?
The colours would sway and transcend.
The wolves howled all night, and I realised..
That I was a wolf, after all, in the end.
I woke up and blinked
At the colours...
All perfect and true.
I ran with the wild wild wolves.
And I slept soundly, and the colours washed over me.
And she no longer sings, of those things.
