OWLS at NIGHT

[ziggo]

I talk to owls outside my house at night, they tell me secrets full of spite. I love it all the same, no one is to blame. When the desire to know the truth is paved with blood, sweat and despair, who would care? Blissful lies enamor all who walk by, yet I'm the only one who knows why. Solitaire I will stay until my dying day, unending moments of strife have fulfilled my life. Heavy is my eyesight, too much foresight. The owls seek no light, I give it to them alright. They share their awareness of the hidden cries people keep inside their eyes. so many fake people, someday they will hang from a steeple. I wish them the best, as they will soon deal with time & space devouring their face at a slow inconvenient pace.