corrupted

in silence we sat at the edge

of the night, waiting for the Sun 

no moon, just an outline of your 

shrinking figure, and it was there 

'the world is so alone,' you mused

and watched the prophesy fulfilled

in silence you sat alone, 

and lose yourself in thoughts 

jeopardising, you wondered if you're

still sane, and it was there

'the world is so alone,' you mused

and found company

No longer silent, the serpent whispered

vile and corrupt, things of the world

to you, sheltered child, and your

senses now twisted, it was there

'the would is so alone,' you mused

and he mused with you.

Will you sit in silence again?

and implore me to sit with you

as if the Sun may never come up. your 

skewed perception of 'being there'

'the world is so alone,' as you will muse

and air dirty linen out