The sounds of the city
she was so young
only sixteen
walking in solitude til hell freezes over
Always, always a cigarette hanging out out of her mouth
sweet smoke just a poke
Promenading me and my shadow
Offbeat gazes
brusque antiphon
vague tracks of paces left from penitence foot prints
She wants to stupefy
she wants to feel without a hitch Numb
Emerging out of the pavements of south philadelphia a metacarpus grasps onto her oxford
Dragging her to the subways of the city
Underfoot, underground
Who’s the conductor?
Who’s driving the train of anarchy
At a screaming halt, the train stopped
the metacarpus flings her off
fall
she scrapes her knee to see she’s remaining at the same locus
Unaltered
Where’d she go, she dont’ know
Arise!
She continued to linger through the streets
Julliet wanted romeo but romeo wanted another
Lifes a toy
she desired just a boy, maybe then life would be a joy
tooth for a tooth
bleed for me
a desire to conspire, a must for a bit of lust
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
The sounds of the city
she was so young
only sixteen
walking in solitude til hell freezes over
Always, always a cigarette hanging out out of her mouth
sweet smoke just a poke
Promenading me and my shadow
Offbeat gazes
brusque antiphon
vague tracks of paces left from penitence foot prints
She wants to stupefy
she wants to feel without a hitch Numb
Emerging out of the pavements of south philadelphia a metacarpus grasps onto her oxford
Dragging her to the subways of the city
Underfoot, underground
Who’s the conductor?
Who’s driving the train of anarchy
At a screaming halt, the train stopped
the metacarpus flings her off
fall
she scrapes her knee to see she’s remaining at the same locus
Unaltered
Where’d she go, she dont’ know
Arise!
She continued to linger through the streets
Julliet wanted romeo but romeo wanted another
Lifes a toy
she desired just a boy, maybe then life would be a joy
tooth for a tooth
bleed for me
a desire to conspire, a must for a bit of lust
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