:::nostress::: ...(please?)

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

1998

"SHOUTIN' DESPERADO WISPERIN'
"WITH ANGELS BEHIND HIS SHOULDER"

Shoutin'
See Them Faces...
Taste Them Choices...
Feel Them Traces...
Hear Them Voices...

In Different Traces
I Trailed;
Diminishin'
My Honest Truth;
My Honest Me
Went Down The Drain;
Catchin' Eye
Catchin' Rain
And Always I Felt I Failed...

That's Why I Shout,
I Let It All Out;
Desperate Desolation;
What's Crime About?
Why's That Frustration?
Why's That Pain?
Why's That Shield?
Why's That Gun?
Why The Fuck's
That Isolation?
Temporary Blindness,
No Soul Mates ..
No Kindness.
A Rat In The Field
Inflamed By His Wildness
And By Bad Shades
Which Are Pointin'
At Sad Things He 'D Done.

Whisperin'
In Between The Dirt,
Still Strugglin'
'Till He's Older,
Prepared To Cooperate
With The Angels
Behind His Shoulder;
He'll Be Seen
And He'll Be Heard,
Observed Into Oblivion
By An Onymous Beholder.

shared by : Stefanie Van De Velde 1998

Posted by: slÖ / 23:18