Discarded MelodiesA Poem by elephantI really like this one, I wrote this in my room thinikng of all the lost.
Spoiling, quietly and violently minding me
No way No way to say I like this cold shade No way I can say I find this song soothing When the quiet crying still lives behind yellow moons Suicide hanging on high swinging beams Rusted to crimson like age thrust through looming graves Their pretty monuments commemorate the depraved While the enslaved live on censored pages marked in red While those quivering bodies sing discarded melodies in their fractured heads Wile decaying fellows hurl quiet screams while lying in bed Characters, ghost, spirits claw at their hopeless reds © 2010 elephant |
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