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sub7th — Candle Wax
Published: 2004-08-31 16:54:40 +0000 UTC; Views: 194; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 8
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Crumbles in your hands doesn't itDrifts through the air like pure white sand
Till it splashes down in puddles on the asphalt
It used to be something with substance
Reliable
Something you could throw against the wall
Expecting it to bounce back with elastic resilience
But now you're feeling it aren't you
Feeling it in the cracks and lines
In the withers of wise eyes and tortured ambitions
Hear it creak and groan
Struggle to hold it's own weight
Smell the lye as it bubbles through the empty spaces
Impossible voids creeping through the shadows of a missing pedagogue
Even the name has changed hasn't it
Even the playful flicker of the tongue has left it behind
It's your gift
Your game
and your sentence
Happy Birthday.
(2004)
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Comments: 2
Nope not a song.
Although I've debated posting some of my lyrics.
I wrote this one on my birthday, March 20th.
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Is this a song? It reads like a melody; how new is it? I love this line: "In the withers of wise eyes and tortured ambitions." Wow, great stuff. Wish I had wrote it first. Who is the writer here, anyway?
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