Soleil

Lyrics for unfinished song. There is no more insight to give really.

Give me a secret
Another secret
Give me the jack down blazer fist
Give me the rundown gossip fits
Give me the black star rotting core
Give me the milk toast humble bore
Give me the ancient chinese script
Give me the pulsar teenage lips
Give me the papers pedigree
Give me the shoeshine anarchy
I think my head is going to explode
I think my mind is over controlled
I think my blood runs desolate
Give me the boom box bottle b***h
Give me the tree trunk tangled witch
Give me the babies missile child
Give me the pistols molten miles

Author's Note

There is no meter

Reviews

[Butterflymom]

I like this piece! I think it is very well done, and well stated. Awesome!!! Thank you for sharing this piece.