Cryptics' Fabled Tales

Hallooing

Hold me down,

you: pathetic impostor splashing gritty frown,

so typical for pulling mine eyes under shrouds,

salivating on dreams when sleep runs blatantly away at sundown;

Slip beyond my cautioned expression,

swear hallooing blame isn't the meaning exploding from mouth this spiraling session,

only a demon roaming free creating regression;

As I scream to please take your leave for another soul,

write over gory memories fixated in fabricated stories told –

Unfortunately:

even with tears sheening out – hold no capability of letting the sight of you go.