Your Sound
Your sound reeks with pain
I hear it,
I feel it,
It is loud and fierce...
Your sound reeks with fear
fear of being free,
fear of being self
in a cold cold world....
Your sound reeks of sadness,
Sadness filled with tears
that has cried rivers and oceans
and streams, that only
dope fiends can relate to...
Your sound breaks my heart,
it is contagious
it is outragiously sad
I wish you could quiet it down....
Copyright © Lashawn White | Year Posted 2005
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