Anxieties and Still Life

Silence screams the skyline

Anxieties and still life                

Everyone’s walking with

Crosses on their backs

 

Reaching for distant dreams

Handcuffed like prisoners

To our muddled delusion

 

The hum of the night

And suicide Casanovas

The ghost of Don Juan

Fat and bloated

 

The girl in the corner

Just mumbles to herself,

 

“How fickle the heart

It wears disguises

How misleading the eyes

They just lie

The mouths spit

Nothing but white noise

And their touch leads to

Nothing but pain”

 

 

 

Reviews

[Rene Velez]

That's how I feel when people aggravate me lol...this is visual and cool...only a city can make you see this way. Nice write.

[Lily Mae]

It reminds me of the view in the pub on most nights.. So dark...and true..xo

[Plitman_728]

Love, love, love. Pregnant with emotion. I can relate :)