It's the pitter patter of rain on the damp street
It's the yellow streetlight reflecting back up to light up the way
It's the humming of the voices and the mumbling of the buildings
The thumping of the world to the best of some night club
The stars feign in comparison to the windows of restaurants whistling the tunes of customers
It's the phone call from your family checking in and being brushed off
It's the gaze of the man across the hazy club bustling out of its seams
It's the feeling of his callous hands against your neck
It's the feeling of your air catching in your throat
It's the feeling of never making that drive home
It's the feeling of pure euphoria
As your life slips from your control and falls into the claws of the lion in the bird cage
It's the feeling of never aging another day
It's the feeling of never aging another day.
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Ramblings Of The Minds Eye
PoetryThoughts spilt onto the flesh of books, creating the blood and soul of the story, and the message of the heart transfered to a subliminal text
