DrumsA Poem by johntheghostrhythm, dreams, words and music, love and desire Drums I hear drums in the distance Drums in the distance Let go of the nightmare Let go of the dream Let go of the story Get away clean Nothing follows But echoes of echoes of Echoes of drums African skins Empty rhythm No place to hide I watched you slit your wrists Bleed on all your friends In that horrible silence We could not see past the blood you shed I hear drums in the distance Drums Your father was desperate Your mother unaware You found the body It’s loud in here Nothing follows But echoes of echoes of Echoes of drums African skins Empty tempo I cried when you went away Alone as a stone The time rushing over Could not smooth over my jagged edges I hear drums in the distance Drums Now we all play the game Called don’t say a word But we all feel the pain And we carry the hurt Nothing follows but Echoes of echoes of Echoes of drums African skins Empty cadence No time to save Your smile is a serpent Your eyes two liars Do not fall for the therapy The crazy man screams I hear drums in the distance Drums in the distance Drums Sing to me brother I miss your voice © 2011 johntheghostAuthor's Note
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Added on April 14, 2011 Last Updated on April 14, 2011 Author
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