This is probably doomed to be another forgotten page
A sodden show, on a rotten stage.
One time this hall drew falls of laughter,
Then time as silence drools out from rafters.
Alas for past , for not, for fame I'm after.
Just frames. Just one the same. One scorched. Not fractured.
Bones break and skin gets brittle,
For honest hands its honest work what scares their riddles.
For when the price is life, and life's been lent
What's left for statement, of payment well spent.
They should know. Those bast'**s too stupid to be happy.
With the strength of two hearts pull the nets from their trapeze.
Or tightrope.. knife's blade or cliff edge?
We must all dance by this precipice, that cold breath a hiss by ear.
Our breath of fire's to contra, not compound fear.
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
This is probably doomed to be another forgotten page
A sodden show, on a rotten stage.
One time this hall drew falls of laughter,
Then time as silence drools out from rafters.
Alas for past , for not, for fame I'm after.
Just frames. Just one the same. One scorched. Not fractured.
Bones break and skin gets brittle,
For honest hands its honest work what scares their riddles.
For when the price is life, and life's been lent
What's left for statement, of payment well spent.
They should know. Those bast'**s too stupid to be happy.
With the strength of two hearts pull the nets from their trapeze.
Or tightrope.. knife's blade or cliff edge?
We must all dance by this precipice, that cold breath a hiss by ear.
Our breath of fire's to contra, not compound fear.