Post by Absinthe on May 23, 2014 11:16:57 GMT -6
This is a complete WIP. This one actually kept me awake as my brain wouldn't shut up to let me sleep until I got it down.
Anger.
It boils so hot it kills everything that was once bright
like the stars at night that you still sit and watch sometimes.
Maybe, just maybe, if you reach
high enough,
long enough,
far enough,
you can borrow Orion's belt to lend yourself strength.
Because the hurt,
it festers,
just dying to claw its way out
in the pop of a bullet
or the crunch of a fist
You were once bright eyed and shining
in awe of the world around you -
the colors of this life we all breathe in
- When did breathing become a chore you need courage to maintain?
Anger.
It boils so hot it kills everything that was once bright
like the stars at night that you still sit and watch sometimes.
Maybe, just maybe, if you reach
high enough,
long enough,
far enough,
you can borrow Orion's belt to lend yourself strength.
Because the hurt,
it festers,
just dying to claw its way out
in the pop of a bullet
or the crunch of a fist
You were once bright eyed and shining
in awe of the world around you -
the colors of this life we all breathe in
- When did breathing become a chore you need courage to maintain?
