Memory Bound
A Song for a Friend
memory bound
the sound of sickness
losing my cold ground
to dirty imperfection
and I’d like to taste it
so I knew it was poison
drown in the last sip
of the puddle where I live
well I’ll take my chances
on nowhere advances
light up the cold hearted scenery
those rolling hills,
never did mean that much to me
baby, I’ll ride like the wind now
away from this hollow
that I’ll never call home
well I gave you bad luck
tortured your eyes for the chance at
inspiring moonlight
the corrective nature
you suffered yourself away
I’ll leave this background
light up the fog in this
bleak town
tripping on moisture
the day disappeared me and kneaded me back to clay
memory bound
the sound of a circle
set to the scared clock
of my flailing arms
and I’d like to taste it
so I knew it was fevered
swollen and salted
like the sting of a wound
well I’ll take my chances
with nowhere advances
light up the cold hearted scenery
those rolling hills,
never did mean that much to me
baby, I’ll ride like the wind now
away from this hollow
that I’ll never call home
away from this hollow
that I’ll never call home
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Bride of Sound
Writer, visual artist & singer from the Midwest. I like to watch horror movies & hallmark, & play pool. Favorite books- The Martian Chronicles & Watership Down. Favorite poet- Sylvia Plath.
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This is lovely. Thanks for sharing 🙂