Songs of Silent Ghosts.
stop and stare,watch the ripples of our effects spread out and contaminate all that is round
us,stand back and let yourself be consumed,lost in the confusion,watch the reality unveil
itself from behind the cover that is the illusion. Welcome your mind to the days of shallow
dreams and prolonged euphoria,endless repeation,continuos routine..and baised
emotions,welcome to days of ashtray pillows,smoke cloud covers and bottle bottoms..to
unraivaled insanity and misunderstood sanity.. Sit back and wallow in the vomit and piss that
is now the present,the soon forget past and irrelevant memory coz this here is the tale of the
misundertood.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
