The water trickles over my face
A blank stare is all that greets it
Eyes glazed like donuts in a window
The donuts that you pained for as a child
Face as cold as the bitterwinds of an
Antarctic shadownight
Air is warm and moist
Like the air of an equatorial city bar
Or the warm afterglow of a barrage of
Artillery fire in the west of France
the air is dense
like the heavy breathing of a polar bear
desperately hunting the only seal for miles
or how you figure the air in Hell must feel
heavy from the gravity
Mental overload, it's a good name for it
Like the sound of nothing after a large storm
or the feeling you get when you cram a text book
into your ear then release it hours later
the water trickles over my face
rain is what clears the air of aerosols
any small particles of matter in the air
I am a small particle
floating on aimlessly
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 6:39 AM UTC
The water trickles over my face
A blank stare is all that greets it
Eyes glazed like donuts in a window
The donuts that you pained for as a child
Face as cold as the bitterwinds of an
Antarctic shadownight
Air is warm and moist
Like the air of an equatorial city bar
Or the warm afterglow of a barrage of
Artillery fire in the west of France
the air is dense
like the heavy breathing of a polar bear
desperately hunting the only seal for miles
or how you figure the air in Hell must feel
heavy from the gravity
Mental overload, it's a good name for it
Like the sound of nothing after a large storm
or the feeling you get when you cram a text book
into your ear then release it hours later
the water trickles over my face
rain is what clears the air of aerosols
any small particles of matter in the air
I am a small particle
floating on aimlessly