over meA Poem by schanzillawith a roach still burning in the back room i'm worn out Crystal in the corner, slipping from the fabled mountain the freaky freakies on the flora but does it matter where they got it? i'm one step away from the four hundred twenty foot drop plenty of time to say all i need to the cut of the chill in the air feels nice on my exposed chest breathing harsh napalm they come forth and lo, saith i i am the dragonslayer with the double edged aluminum foil broadsword and like a Christ Almighty she knew that bringing echoes to my daily planet embedding me on caved in faces would she cry for hollow souls? would i fight for them?
hello Solarus, i'm really digging on your orbit and are you feeling tonight? always nice to know you're tripping merrily
i'm fence post amber but would i know romance if it came in blasting machine guns? kicked in the door, tried to drown me in the bathtub? always easier to come with the questions than the answers
i think if you knew what i was thinking you'd second guess me
goddamn the city lights raining down hopelessly just miles off the midwest does she fly? well, she will serenely, tasting every last breath from all nations clear skies cracked and crumbling could someone bring her back to Earth? restraint always trailing behind her but right now she's free right now nobody could touch her right now she's over me maybe mesmerized by the universe like i am thirteen million blinding white dots each as immaculate as the next and she loves them all perfect porcelain dolls they stand erect, lighting candles for her but i swear they look like tombstones from here
nervous like the dying down drizzle my sweat produced more pure gallonage did i place my name at the king's front door? does he know who i am and why i've come knocking? it's not psychological more like everything entropied all nicely, erase and unremembered if i was a cigarette i'd be run through, prayed to, hated I HATED IT i swear she looks like a tombstone from here © 2011 schanzilla |
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Added on February 16, 2011 Last Updated on February 16, 2011 AuthorschanzillaGlitter City, IAAboutindustrial painter, pothead, alcoholic. not all at the same time though, usually any combination'll do it. most of the time i manage to f**k everything up quite nicely, and sometimes i don't. the ti.. more..Writing
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