I am thunder
Silver fire
Felt like a hot tin roof beneath young feet
And scolding
Smoking like the copper wire
Paper on a guillotine
Slicing through an echo chamber
I am the terror of a plastic souls desire
That is
Until only bane of self remains
And all once again are made the same
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
I am thunder
Silver fire
Felt like a hot tin roof beneath young feet
And scolding
Smoking like the copper wire
Paper on a guillotine
Slicing through an echo chamber
I am the terror of a plastic souls desire
That is
Until only bane of self remains
And all once again are made the same
