Th end of summer is here
rain and thick humid air
and I am stuck somewhere
between destruction and despair
and silent words that hang in space
and curl and wrap around your face
and leave us both in a state of disgrace
torpedoes rushing toward my heart
to sink these feelings before they start
destroying my failing and tainted art
Oh Death Oh Death your black wings beat
to leave me lying and bleeding in distant streets
to put me wrapped in funeral sheets
and now my mission is complete
and the angels sing her name
the angels sing her name
a distant haunting heavenly strain
and still my soul is yet to remain
to haunt this southern town
Something feels off in the middle of this...I'm struggling with "to leave me lying and bleeding in distant streets"...I want to say what it says..but I feel it knocks off the rhythm...thoughts anyone?
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