Shadows and colorful pencils were my best friends before anything
Even though I was afraid of the dark and how I drew
Broken glass and breathless ash are all I see
But what I remembered was something better
It was love, warmth, and tunes from a radio
It's stupid to bond with things that learned rust and dust
However, they are more valuable than any dollar I ever held
They taught me how it was good enough, and everything was ok
Then, as years pass by, I surrendered to static and bold black pens
Shaken and nearly naked with a suffocating suit and tie, I didn't know
who I was
All I knew were numbers, what's on sale, and how to promo another item
grams of greens and ounces of alcohol were in my air
Because time ran out, another tire breaks and now I'm holding more bones
But I can't never think, rather I forget how feelings work
I'm taking cogs out of a clock just to know this is all real still
Feeling them pinch me, the pain has to be there
For I've been emptying everything into dreams and someone's ambitions
A single blood drop hits a small dry chalk piece
Seeing my skin as crumbling paper,
my nails as metal holding onto my shape and forms
A spark, soaring, fighting against the odds
The crows crying and the rats cheering
My soul begging for release
For I want life, not just a dream
Even if..
About the Creator
KuroHoshi
A Poet, An Artist, and the person who tries to become a living star
I write the about the creatures from underneath my mind
Some are happy, others are truthful, but I'll let you decide what's their fate
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