|
Menu
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
Fast paced drone (AKA life)
Contributed by
desolated_denial
on
Monday, 12th December 2005 @ 09:19:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
|
Dancing cyclones, in my head All alone and I'm feeling bad I'm just an inch away, from my sleep
All alone, now All alone
Drunken drug lords, pretty dress All the colors of the best I'm just a drone with a style Dancing fingers, for awhile The violent daddy take a guess Mommy help me I'm depressed God is calling, I hung up Time to fall out Dirty mutt This won't shut up, I can't stop All the words are Prettied up Painted ceilings, for rent Pile this **!* up Time is spent Mommy crawled out of the hole Christian daddy, sold my soul Drown me deeper in my song A nice riff to ... go along. I'm recording, look at me Life is rough now, So damn pretty Changing styles So confused Rocky miles Broken fuse First car wreck Nerves broke down Wires fall out of my frown I'm not human More than you I'm not getting something new I'm so tired Tired now All alone now, in my house
Copyright ©
desolated_denial
... [
2005-12-12 21:19:23] (Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment. That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
|