Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Disguised

Lend me your ears 
The beggars hold their cups 
I'm the walking dead 
A skeleton brittle boned fear 
There's a game 
Fuck you and your pretension
I am left to erase reality 
Filling the cracks with empty space 

I'm scratching at the surface 
Of the air you breathe 
I'm calling 
The world is listening 
It's my avenue 
Trudging dark streets 
A starless sky 
It's black 
As I carve my Braille words 
On your eyes .....

Lend me your ears 
I'm a travesty 

And the beggar holds his cup 
I spit on the ground 
You walk on by 
Tossing your change on the ground .