CHiLD-0F-THE-BEAT
Bluelighter
.:A DARKENED PLAYGROUND:.
Through a sleeping mind
A million words will blow
Whistling random sharpened tunes
Ebbing with the flow.
Rhythym is an absent here
Time lies bare, on edge
Smouldering with the weakened links
Safely lined to dredge.
The colours stand precarious
Looking to the fall
Imminence seems to knock them flat
Lifeless, fooling all.
Through a sleeping mind
A million words will blow
Whistling random sharpened tunes
Ebbing with the flow.
Rhythym is an absent here
Time lies bare, on edge
Smouldering with the weakened links
Safely lined to dredge.
The colours stand precarious
Looking to the fall
Imminence seems to knock them flat
Lifeless, fooling all.
