Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Unacceptable is the attitude I have.
Unaware is what I am of my surroundings.
In life's big story book I'm the page that's water stained.
In the heart of the city, I stand on the main artery and the blood explodes all over me.
In the middle of the machine, my jeans jam the gears.
On the strings of the guitar, I touch them and they rust.
On the streets, I smoke and die.
In the sky, I fly, but not high.

1 comment:

  1. It seems like you had the me syndrome where halfway into writing, you start rhyming. I like it though, its really catchy.
    And the lifes story book reminded me of im not okay by my chemical romance.

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