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(music & lyrics © 2008 Chris Middleton)
Rain falls down through the broken ceiling,
The pool of roses so full,
Waves spill over the blue vase of shattered sheen.
Rose-colored windowpanes let the sky in,
Bright of periwinkle hue,
Tables covered with ancient moss in the steel-strung corner.
Out from the window creeps a vile line,
A curve of black and green,
The trees all yank their roots in primordial fear.
Twisting and spinning like a helix within the mind,
Swallowing the darkness of a white canvas,
The slithers turn to a new light.
Black on white and blue were red should be,
May the glass reflect the shivers of
The ones who freeze in icebergs muddy still
With the rain that catapaults from the sky
On a giant cannon strong;
The trees eat the words and all time ends behind the clouds.
OK, so let me slow down... This is your original?! Aw, this is masterful! So, Mr. Middleton, this is your career path, yes?
vv7 2 years ago
Fantastic!!
vv7 2 years ago