Poesi - City Grunge Blues
Petals fade to gray,
thorns hiding in blurred out space -
uncomforting beauty.
Wind bangs the steel,
a chill steals through cracked insulation
while old walls creak.
Smoke smelling leather complains
that the years are unkind,
and strange to be sitting there
waiting for silence.
Comforting pains of hunger,
thirst seeping to the soul -
a day like any other
when foundations crumble.
thorns hiding in blurred out space -
uncomforting beauty.
Wind bangs the steel,
a chill steals through cracked insulation
while old walls creak.
Smoke smelling leather complains
that the years are unkind,
and strange to be sitting there
waiting for silence.
Comforting pains of hunger,
thirst seeping to the soul -
a day like any other
when foundations crumble.
vilken ursöt blogg du har! :D kram!