Goth Floyd
to sit and listen to the guitar ring in the memory
that is etched in my brain to see the men burn and the epic scream to see the light jump across the prism One to only write with the image portrayed i can only ponder and begin to feel the emotion of the bass and the melody flow within for to seal a deal with the devil for the lust of the darken soul with such a light of interest that peaks one to scream hey you but the wall remains the same knock one brick for another for one to chill the mind of a mad man with a sense of numbness for the race has been run for thousands of hours in the span of a little over two decades a glimpse a locking as the handshake of fire etched in the skin like a cattle iron of days past to tomorrows future a puzzle of a tale i spin and to nervous to piece the pattern of thinking to acting to learning to fly it has been an anthem for many but with out the winds of education the flight is hopeless for to soar we must fall but to fall and flatten is one question of time the narrator i ask for i would like to smoke a cigar of great success for a labor of love is truly a welcoming to a machine that we call the simplicity of life
Copyright © Joseph Gaydon | Year Posted 2015
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