December 2008
9 posts
It's Throw Up...
It’s wrenching my stomach I can hear it in my chest I feel worse and I fear It’s something I can’t repress I pray, “Keep it down!” Then I start to shout But before I could finish It all came out Now my brow is furrowed And my face is white I’ve come to the conclusion I’ll be up all night
The Clouds Have Eaten Up My Home!
There’s lightning at my door And tapping on my window “Not yet!”, I told them But they said “It’s time to go.”
“I’ll fight them”, I thought “or try to make them tame” But it only angered them Now all that’s left’s the frame
I was ripped out of the room And fell floors to the ground The streets are so quiet...