I fell through life like a stain glass window, held aghast by vibrant shards.
Cascading memories no longer held in limbo, that tore the edges of angry scars.
Grey muscles of weary matter, hold onto things that wish to thrive.
But all of this is idle clatter, when letting go is the key to survive.
I tried to tuck and roll, I tried to absorb the blow.
I watched those streaming colors make their mark, as I let my inhibitions go.
I am the wrecking ball haggling for momentum, a simple object in the apex of my swing.
And something sour I failed to mention, a beggar who killed the king.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 7:32 AM UTC
I fell through life like a stain glass window, held aghast by vibrant shards.
Cascading memories no longer held in limbo, that tore the edges of angry scars.
Grey muscles of weary matter, hold onto things that wish to thrive.
But all of this is idle clatter, when letting go is the key to survive.
I tried to tuck and roll, I tried to absorb the blow.
I watched those streaming colors make their mark, as I let my inhibitions go.
I am the wrecking ball haggling for momentum, a simple object in the apex of my swing.
And something sour I failed to mention, a beggar who killed the king.
