Bombs
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cigarettes hanging from empty mouths.my hands are shaking and my corpse is God. the raindrops sound like the bombsthat ring in our ears and tear us apart. those ruins and picture framescoated with ash
dangerous. devices.
do not dream of
chemicals acid shells
devastating
wires tape wrapped tight fusing
this dawning,
with your bombs
dusking, living,
"Who Am I?"
A Question I now ask myself daily.
Am I the girl who smiles at random strangers?
Am I the girl who hands the homeless a sandwich?
Or am I the girl who is lost?
Art,
Abandoned and angry.
Alleys and attackers.
Alone,
Alone,
Alone.
Art,
Abandoned and angry.
Avalanches and alligators.
Alone,
Alone,
Alone.
Hugs are weird
Hugs are strange
I do not want a hug
No, no not now or later.
The thought of someone engulfing part of their body around mines just creeps me out.
Raise our bottles to the purple nightWe'll bend these floorboards weighed down with our voices.Shout the doors wide openfling the windows up erupt into the
There was a time an eternity passed
A mother, a father and two children.
Bombs raining, oozing from crimson and clouds
Over commorancies of families
Into tombs, treasury, temples, and towns.
BOOM BANG, Bombs Away
Children want to play but not today.
Want to frolic in the sun, eat a hotdog in a bun
but if I go outside I'm done
Wish it would rain cats and dogs
Have you head the news today, If only we could close our eyes and wish it all away, slowly our world is drifting out into the fray, you must promise that you will stay, we fight all these battles, but can you tell me who has won?
