Morning comes in screams in our capital
I wake and gaze out of my bedroom window
it never just rains it pours in Storm city central
tel bots flicker their discontent fighting the winds
it's funny how much those machines complain
most think them just glorified street cleaners
it's a bitter reminder of the civil unrest
that now tars our land into the dark realms
It's time to go to the war office
so I shower and shave
then put my uniform on
just then comes a proximity alert
someone is coming to my door
with gun in hand I creep down the stairs
this could get messy
especially just after dressing
Slowly I open my apartment door
but there is no one to be seen
then I look down by the stairs
on the ground a dead red rose lays there
I grab some gloves and then pick it up
on the burnt stem is the message, Storm In A TeaCup
I drop the rose in utter shock and some pity
as it's rebellion time in this our storm city
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
Morning comes in screams in our capital
I wake and gaze out of my bedroom window
it never just rains it pours in Storm city central
tel bots flicker their discontent fighting the winds
it's funny how much those machines complain
most think them just glorified street cleaners
it's a bitter reminder of the civil unrest
that now tars our land into the dark realms
It's time to go to the war office
so I shower and shave
then put my uniform on
just then comes a proximity alert
someone is coming to my door
with gun in hand I creep down the stairs
this could get messy
especially just after dressing
Slowly I open my apartment door
but there is no one to be seen
then I look down by the stairs
on the ground a dead red rose lays there
I grab some gloves and then pick it up
on the burnt stem is the message, Storm In A TeaCup
I drop the rose in utter shock and some pity
as it's rebellion time in this our storm city
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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