I purge the city out my lungs
for it keeps tasting like blood.
broken pieces cut my throat
and I cling to the stones
while bruised and lonely
for the bridges were eagerly burnt.
I heave the city into my lungs
for I lit my skin to get some fun.
Always flying with the clouds and laughing with stars
while the moon dances to my voice and I giggle to the void.
will it ever stop burning?
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
I purge the city out my lungs
for it keeps tasting like blood.
broken pieces cut my throat
and I cling to the stones
while bruised and lonely
for the bridges were eagerly burnt.
I heave the city into my lungs
for I lit my skin to get some fun.
Always flying with the clouds and laughing with stars
while the moon dances to my voice and I giggle to the void.
will it ever stop burning?
