Away from the water
Away from the fire
Nothing's left in the lagoon
I wonder onto a land where the grass is dead from all the people been walking on
The land is filled with rejoice and cries, laughter from our own vows
This is my melody
This is our escape
From what we call life a "hellhole"
Music sets a free
Into another world
Another place
People call us crazy for being Satan's "loyal" subjects
We're not Bad Blood we were Damaged
Now we're anew again
Starting a Riot in your lands saying we don't care
Under the Water that is what you are nothing else nothing to see
Go on!
Get out.
How does this make you feel?
Day 13 of 'Remembering Mitch'
Never forget him cause he still rememberes us
Don't cry, if so I'll hug you
YOU ARE READING
~ Remembering Mitch ~ Year 2013
PoetryAll through November I will post poems. 'Remembering Mitch' is based on his legacy. He is NOT dead. He is still very alive in our hearts and souls he will stay there. Remember him cause he sees you from above. Join me as I write his legacy -I post...
