There where sounds
From the upstairs apartment
Lights flickering on the street
And the air was cold and crisp
Could hear the kid upstairs
Chasing something across the floor
And all I can do is listen
To the rhythmic sound
Of flesh hitting flesh
The yellow hue of the living room
Sets off the Macabre painting
And the spray paint cans in the front room
And all I can do is let myself
Be dragged to the next room
Finger prints in bruise
Palm marks left in red
Contrasts that make the world go round
And the kid upstairs
He's still chasing something across the floor
Land ladys coughing on the balcony above
And all I can do
Is
Listen
And go with it
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wooooowwww I love that picture you created. it was like a second from your life, and the way you painted that second was great!
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