Crying screams of exhausted asphalt tunnels
Speak of such a soul less silence
That roars though these beautiful strong giants
flying over me.
The whispers in my dream warn me
Yet I dance to the melancholy monotonous beats of this tired city
My dry eyes watch, a psychotic trance
Just because, because of nothing
I sing back to back with the plastic warriors, that low frequency hubbub that they've taught me
I am a soldier, A soldier running in an empty coke can, rasping for air
My thoughts are a single orange newspaper stepped on and blown into a piss ridden concrete wall
Is this an anti-capitalist short?
Natterjak2012 1 week ago
This is *really* good :) So professional looking and it really grabbed me and intrigued me from the start. I'm not sure I understand it though so will watch it again a few times.... Well done
Natterjak2012 1 week ago