Cheers again. The Morrissey thing knocked me for six. In a good way. He's like my God. Lyrically at least.
And I'm being a bit selfish here. Everyone who's posted on this board has a really different approach to lyricism/poetry; it's good to see this range. You all rock.
Boy affraid
Gritty, musky alleys
Doors of steel
Wails and squeals
Blood spattered on the crumbling wall. . .
( I fall)
Hollow as the evening is,
The sun still burns
Puddles of mud and ash
Smoke
And the sordid stench
Of failure
And rotting flesh,
Fill the air
And corrupt
The ashen faces
And cigarette traces
Lie broken,
banished on the floor
(I die).
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