johann16
to the ground i spiral, heartbroken, shackled by the lack of freedom nature did gift me with from birth. my spirit shattered as my body crashed into the pavement, bouncing once and then again, every bone broken. why oh why did they have to clip my wings
the vivacious siren of a once forgotten voice
so vulgar and raw yet so smooth like a rolls royce
haunt me everytime i hit the pavement and open my umbrella
scales and chords
hit nerves stimulating pleasure in the bowels of my souls right through to the tips of my ears
never before did i hear such a raw, untrained chorus beautifully sung as though rehearsed throughout eternity for this one rendition
back against the gray moist wall
struggling against cool steel
screaming in a soundproof room
crying tears in the darkness
no doors no windows
in this mystical prison
deadbolt on my mind
the end i envision