creeping mellow sounds flowing into rhryme
from a ship beyond the tide
no one can hear its cry
veering off the peer into the darkening sky
bubbles from the left, jumping to the right
red is the color of my tattoo at night
there is no end to the people seeking wealth
all is left when done, nothing but a gun
seeking inspiration when the blades come down
nothing but a frown
Author notes
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