We're so quiet,
So unheard,
But we'll spread our thoughts,
In a different word.
Think.
Shake.
Draw.
Blink.
We think it's art,
They think destruction,
They hate everything,
That doesn't follow their function.
Think.
Shake.
Draw.
Blink.
The world gets to know,
What's in our minds,
Everyone denies,
What everyone finds.
Think.
Shake.
Draw.
Blink.
Headlights, sirens,
Authorative people,
We run as if,
We've just burned the steeple.
Think.
Shake.
Draw.
Blink.
Can't stop laughing,
Once we've reached home base,
So evilly shooken,
Though we're home safe.
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As my pen glides along I can't help but think, that my soul is bleeding out in shining black ink.
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