Lifestory:Monologue
Between the Rocks and the Clouds
(coming soon...)The clouds loom, like sieves in a cupboard,and close in like ovens, hot and too tight.And we cook longer, unexpectedly,sizzling, save me, save me!Ooh, the rocks pound by the shelter found,and air, wrong, has drowned our lungs;do we reserve the words on tongue?But we speak louder, unabashedly,sizzling, forgive me, forgive me! Ooh
From Letras Mania