Where ever you go, there you are. Take it as inspiration.
Practice room in a derelict warehouse
I rest my back against the rusted steel door
wondering if I blend in with this wasted body
of screen dried eyes
smoke withered skin
and coke rotted teeth.
Wondering if like this door
my true nature is buried.
That I could free
something cool and brilliant
if I could just peel off
the dead skin of past failure.
Only picking up the mic will tell.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment