Zoe

Houses made of wood, yet rotten to the core;

Keys made of fingernails, Crowns made of thorns;

My kingdom full of wonder, where ever you seek;

Fountains filled with tears like the ones on your cheek;

Blood-filled rivers like the ones in my book;

Secrets that I've hidden, like the ones that you've took

Found me in a dragon, frozen to the bone;

Lying my head against a priest's grave stone;

Suffering under something unknown;

I guess it's time for minds to grow.

What lies in front of me?

Drowning in nothing but sea;

Dead but still breathing;

If only I could grieve;

Hatred no longer my enemy;

But the friend I need;

Regret no longer part of my vocabulary;

It's the only thing that will save me.

-R.W.