Jan 2015
The curtains close
over our eyes
And the guns play firework
lullabies
And the band marches
into our dreams
tonight
Parading beneath
our red spotlight
Encore, encore!
We're not satisfied
Their limbs are tired but
the *****'s not dried
The stage demands
its sacrifice
Sleep cannot comfort while
closed eyes still cry
over our eyes
And the guns play firework
lullabies
And the band marches
into our dreams
tonight
Parading beneath
our red spotlight
Encore, encore!
We're not satisfied
Their limbs are tired but
the *****'s not dried
The stage demands
its sacrifice
Sleep cannot comfort while
closed eyes still cry
Response to (Want) to make merry by The Anonymous Joker which can be found here: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1017650/want-to-make-merry/
It's going to be a grand collection.
It's going to be a grand collection.
