A city was raised.
I thought to build the streets.
My dreams reached high, I set the bones to stack
My paths, the blocks are set and empty
For my half-thought smog.
And now, in dreams we found no dust
-but these walls are too thick for such liquids.
So the dust will gather;
A gauge of my grinding voice and shaking hands.
An iron jaw cracks a chalky brain
On a sandy skull.
And what starts as a fog gathers dew
And then bleeds from each pore
What the air can brush open-
With mine, I’ll then paint my flashbacks to the floor
With mirrors in the corner.
My city was made.
I dreamed to crush the streets plagued with ghosts
Their graves reached high, as I sank in mine.
I stacked my bones to set the stage
And I shrieked as the smog blew away.
And now, in screams, I see my face.
On a marble shard from the dust pressed arch that I dreamt.
And now we know, my dreams are dry.
My hopes are too hard
And my walls are too smooth.
And now there’s no grooves for your liquid.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
A city was raised.
I thought to build the streets.
My dreams reached high, I set the bones to stack
My paths, the blocks are set and empty
For my half-thought smog.
And now, in dreams we found no dust
-but these walls are too thick for such liquids.
So the dust will gather;
A gauge of my grinding voice and shaking hands.
An iron jaw cracks a chalky brain
On a sandy skull.
And what starts as a fog gathers dew
And then bleeds from each pore
What the air can brush open-
With mine, I’ll then paint my flashbacks to the floor
With mirrors in the corner.
My city was made.
I dreamed to crush the streets plagued with ghosts
Their graves reached high, as I sank in mine.
I stacked my bones to set the stage
And I shrieked as the smog blew away.
And now, in screams, I see my face.
On a marble shard from the dust pressed arch that I dreamt.
And now we know, my dreams are dry.
My hopes are too hard
And my walls are too smooth.
And now there’s no grooves for your liquid.
