survival

17 .== Twenty Questions

They ran.

The stranger took Jimmy and Julie on quite a chase, ducking down alleyways, sprinting across side streets, whatever it took to stay out of sight and get as far away from the bar as possible.

A twisted hand that sleeps,
silently upon dead leaves,
a mouthful of copper flavour,
or life slipping away?

Confused about me?
A mean feat indeed.
I oft would confuse,
myself in awkward dreams.

Take me to the Hospital!
Don't drag me to the altar,
of sacrificial impurity,
Rare is faith among the sinless.

I can't see the tired eyes,
 among sallow and thin coatings,
hooked to machines,
removed from the santuary.

What are you?

1.      Never join the lineage. I learnt that a long time ago and never forgot any of it. Most people don’t seem to understand my laws of life or don’t care to take advice from the Spaniard lady-in-waiting, but I’m still alive, aren’t I? There’s no sword at my neck and no wooden block at my chest.