Spooky

oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
working on it anyway..

From a late night hour this song gone wrong and a song gone straight to hell
I climb to the top of a ladder straddled on a shelf of empty books
Carefree is my only way to flip amongst the bile
Laughter confronts all of us who sit atop this pile

To an early morning songbird song and a song’s sad whistled tale
I stumble down this stairway of stale basement’s empty nooks
As Sycophants want me to praise the way they spit so vile
Tragedy confronts us all near the bottom of this pile

In the middle of a nightmare
Awakened, the black stare
Of an ever present miscreant
Please shake me to elsewhere

... 2 b cont

if i ever wake up :D

and i reserve the right to copy/edit

it's the hardest button to button ;)
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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Comments

  • ClutchTheDawnClutchTheDawn Posts: 160
    olderman wrote:
    working on it anyway..
    In the middle of a nightmare
    Awakened, the black stare
    )

    I like the imagery you've created throughout. the lines above instantly create an image we have all experienced.
  • ClutchTheDawnClutchTheDawn Posts: 160
    didn't mean to quote the "working on it anyway" portion. still getting a handle on this board.
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