A Short Story |
Sworn by the free birds In debt is the image I see Scrolling threw the wings of lies Captured within my thoughts Illusions screaming for a path Turning and tossing in circles Vision of a blue vague Sound of the waves Swimming threw the deep brown sea Faces going threw my head Blocked by the smoke around me The smell of fear Laid back in my thoughts Screws going threw my back Fusion of the red coated walls surrounds me Staring at me they may seem I have no answer to give Launching away to the road of green Clapping and singing is who they are The telephone rang & its time for me to depart Where the ring might take me Is the question I don’t want to ask myself? Time is never passing by The light will always be by a string Devoted is my vain of sorrows Trapped in a chocolate spree Longs a way my soul Beats trampling within my heart Boost of fire against my shoulders Raining beans threw my evasion Blinded as it may seem Exposure is the way of my affection Damped around the spot of mud Washed way with the unspotted tombs Graves of the unspoken spirits Marked by unseen strangers Shuffling threw my cards Joker is the only one left Funny it may be Forever searching no way to go Sky of the blues Streaming the sounds of joy But there no where to be found The pain feeds my other side Stuck in a place they call home The long black haired woman Calling for Martina But she never comes back Shifted to the other side The long black haired woman calls in the name of free souls. |