The Voice Tells MeA Poem by winter;lyra
The voice tells me:
"hell the sky has swallowed our heroes stand down stand atop the ice cube upside down on your tiptoes and push the dark seed, pull the sweet mead drank sank morning blank close the robe, check the rope stretch your toes hey you know why stay saint with enough holy water you would not feel the mocking flames hey replace the label and refill the bottle round two go! OH LOSE'EM ON YOUR NIGHTLY DANCE FEEL THE TRANCE LOSE'EM BECAUSE YOU SAID FEEL THE TRANCE LOSE'EM OH BROTHER MAKE'EM ALL DANCE TO YOUR SONG but before long you're awake and the ice is thinner if you could only run away..." © 2017 winter;lyra |
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Added on July 19, 2017 Last Updated on July 20, 2017 Author
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