Are we moving in slow motion?
Or are we just hydroplaning?How are we moving at the speed of sound when it's just dead silent?
Cruisin at the speed of light till the breaking dawn of night.
I think someone turned the gravity off,
Cause all we are, are floating parts.My thoughts are filling up my mouth,
I can't make it stop before this shit starts heading south.Moving so fast i cant catch my breath,
All i see in my future is beautiful death.Afterlife...that shit sounds crazy,
But life without you is awfully hazy.Moving on without you?
That's just something I can't do.
YOU ARE READING
Can you hear that? (It sounds so colorful)
PoesíaWords from the unknown. A book of random thoughts.