Slick is the Night

Push me out of my comfort zone. I dare you.

I'm wired

Dancing through,

the sound vibrations

Look for the fire
Burning true,

cutting concentration

Flaming
Coloured spray,
all around me

Don't try to explain
Speak today,

before you leave

Those hidden spies
Face the reality

All is not what it seems

All those hidden eyes
Though you feel what you see
Trace the unseen
 

Seeing through the darkened skies
It will come as a shock
But not a surprise

Through the world's disguise
Pick the lock

Don't shield your eyes

 

 

 

Author's Note

I wrote this when I was hyper. I don't know, it's kind of weird. It might not make sense to a lot of people, but oddly enough (or not oddly enough), it makes sense to me. The bold words, I guess, were supposed to be a poem in it's own and the non-bold words are just expansions, I guess. I'm not sure, I kind of forget, I just wrote it down that way that night...