Kriistal Ann - Intrigues

A box underneath the bed
In a room full of spiders
I thought it was a piece of yours
Hidden for years so I do not know
The sunrays peering through the dust
I was able to discern your initials
Odor from a painful past
Arose in my hands
The walls whisper the story of your life
Embarrassed, fell on the dirty floor
Everything was a complex lie
Where the blurry waters fall
My hands bleed in a vision of blackout
I fell asleep for years …
I sold my dreams to ragman
A box, of intrigues and fire