The Winnings

Everything is planned

The waves will all

Ways take

The writing in the sand

Up there on the wall

It hangs, defy

Ying 

Gravity

Alone here after all 

There’s a place I want to be

But it’s lost inside of me

Behind a mirror that I hold

Counting down to when I’m old

Everyone demands 

Your blood to feed 

There needs

To be more than the “And”

Down beneath the wall

We hang, defying logical

That 

Never 

Scream before the fall

Suffocating hands

The winning of a

Simple plan 

That’s all but guaranteed 

To enjoy watching you bleed 

All through the foggy streets

Away and far from all

You want to keep

Unsmiling like you’ve seen

You’re always meant to be 

A place I want to see

When lost inside of me

Inclined to never want it sold

Knowing its worth what I can hold

A hand that keeps me right

And left me underneath a sight

That shines with yellow gold

Recovering the way I always know

One way

To leave

The winnings with the gold

Like one-hundred and nine

Teen strides I can’t define

And won’t resign myself

Away from all that’s sitting on the shelf

I could forget the beasts

And castles 

On a way

Vin to all of those that know

A life is not for sale