Walttriznastories's Blog

arbitrary moments
of
death
arrhythmic heartbeats
of
hope
loss consciousness
of
tomorrow
with
staggering steps
throughout
today
chapped lips
and
tongue dried
unable
to
speak
or
pray
like a child
stares
from beneath
the covers
of
night’s fears
expecting
either
saints
or
demons
but
finds
only
what was there
in
the beginning
apparitions
of
lies
told