you looked out onto the lands,
god had made for you.
it was too cold.
too damp.
you said
"i'll do you one better"
and when the structure
was finished, you
lifted your calloused hands
in praise to the creator above.
Unaware that he stood
50 yards away, wondering:
"who the **** ruined my masterpiece?"
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
I had a silver dollar,
I lost it to the breeze.
I don't mind,
It didn't help me to breath.
You always say recover,
always say you will,
anarchy won't set you free,
but i am through rehearsing
all these lines i've been prescribed
to find success.
I am through rehearsing.
I am through.
Oxygen,
you take for granted.
Mr. high end man,
you're all alone.
Mr. nobody's home,
cut the ****
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
This city's here to swallow you,
with eyes of office lights.
I'm here to say goodnight,
Stranger, where's your home?
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC