The crowds gathered where she had fallen
she laid there still on the ***** city street
her eyes were dark, tears mixed with dust
this metropolis had taken her life and trust

She thought it would be warm in the city
but the cold reality proved her blindness wrong
all her hopes and dreams evaporated
as did the sweat from her pallid face

The city folk just looked at her
non wanted to help her
it's that thing in big cities
it's not my problem syndrome

How old was she you ask
should that really matter
she was a women in distress
and I wish the city had never called her

Now it is on my conscience
why did I call her
why did I call her
to disappointment and death


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

All that I am is smoldering embers of a dying fire
waiting for a wind that will pick up my flame
you are the oxygen which allows me to burn
with one gust from you i know i’ll remain

The night is now still and foresees a guaranteed storm
as i wait for the torrent i beg mercy of the stars
the stars not responding, they point me to you
so your tasseogrophy tells me, ambivalent you are

I, these smoldering embers, still wait patiently
my flame still remains a dormant bed of ash
the only truth i know is that your breath is my fate
and if that breath wont come, just tell me, i ask

I can no longer bare the silence of this impending storm
let the torrent pour in and douse my embers out
this is the end of my smoldering existence
oh how you had me burning during the drought