such
high vibrations
call for celebrations
like graduations
or transitions
from the low
low depths
of the deprived
floors of the
atlantic or pacific.
many
nights spent floundering
and pounding
on locked doors
like i actually
wanted to know
what laid so
apathetically on the
other side.
but
now with horns
and the might i've shorned
be it from the gods
of the greeks
or romans
i prepare
for a fight
for in dubious
battle
i shake
and rattle
while
inside it is so quiet
like a pit
in the midst
of a war fought
by men stripped
of guns, grenades
and vocal chords.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
such
high vibrations
call for celebrations
like graduations
or transitions
from the low
low depths
of the deprived
floors of the
atlantic or pacific.
many
nights spent floundering
and pounding
on locked doors
like i actually
wanted to know
what laid so
apathetically on the
other side.
but
now with horns
and the might i've shorned
be it from the gods
of the greeks
or romans
i prepare
for a fight
for in dubious
battle
i shake
and rattle
while
inside it is so quiet
like a pit
in the midst
of a war fought
by men stripped
of guns, grenades
and vocal chords.
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