Nov 2013
That feeling like someone walked over your grave
That shakes you from head to toe
That feeling like you walked out of summer's arms
Into a sheer wall of snow
feel that sensation, that burning knife
That turns in your back and spreads
Now hold it , then chain
And it don't let it go
It'll remind you what it's like to be dead
That shakes you from head to toe
That feeling like you walked out of summer's arms
Into a sheer wall of snow
feel that sensation, that burning knife
That turns in your back and spreads
Now hold it , then chain
And it don't let it go
It'll remind you what it's like to be dead
Part of a series of poems inspired by a former voice teacher that almost killed my love for music and singing in general.
The poem is a bit infantile and naive. was trying for a childlike simplicity.
The poem is a bit infantile and naive. was trying for a childlike simplicity.
