When soul sets steady highs
Low light controls
Im falling into flashing attire
And all I can do is sit and watch the streets whine as I make my way towards peace
Im not sure when I lost my mind, but I’m attempting to find out how to live without some sort of piece of hell inside me like a piece of gravel against scar
Tissue, wonder why I can’t be as tough as a calas, the ones on my heart worn dry
Thin, I am not, head weak, strong shoulders to support my cranium
And there we have it, sometimes im curious if other people can see through my window, cemented screens
I just want to hold something other than my past above my head
Maybe smile or three
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