Breathing like a thunderstorm!
A city is a city until the lights gamble away the neon skyline
You've made your choice now the old town sleeps
The two roads you seek have the Devils rage but also gives you style
So forgive my dirty soul as it lays down and weeps
As I poison my heart I'm filling the void
Heating the spoon but I'm catching cold
Piercing the skin going somewhere beyond
Waking up to the sound of a black crow
Breathing like a thunderstorm and screaming like a newborn
Telling myself it's killing me and praying to him to free me
Burn away the silver screen only to satisfy your sadistic ways
The lonely ground that I walk on
I'm never forgetting where I come from
Throw away the pretty dreams to realize living like this never pays
Breathing like a thunderstorm and screaming like a newborn
Telling myself it's killing me and praying to him to free me
I'm breathing like a thunderstorm!
I'm breathing like a thunderstorm!
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" Heating the spoon but I'm catching cold... "
a verse that reverberates, and leads the reader through the tendrils of your weaving.... it's a sly verse. A turning point in our understanding. A bright, shy bridge to the rest.
Fine Work !!!
Wow! Thanks very much August for your good descriptive technique that I use ?
There's " Technique " and then there is the " evolution of a Theme "... and both my occur naturally. However you approached this work, It had a plan. I merely acknowledged that. Either your sub conscience is knows all, or your spirit said it all.... or your Craft, sculpted the entire event. Either way... I like the poem, wherever it came from.
Typos. Sorry. " ... and both may occur naturally "
" Either your sub conscience is knows all," becomes-
' either your subconscious knows all..." and so forth.
Again. Sorry.
Thanks very much, means a lot ?