Antwan

What left you blank could leave you restless out of breath young princes slave the day away your pennies save and often spent what has been lost has been received and lost in ceremony She was a dancer for children She has a chance for an exit She was a builder of cities He had the lips of a cobra They carved your portrait into woods our swords still under the sheets on T.V. screens and V.C.R.'s Calling all jungle boys the party's over poaching won't get you nothing but death on the roof of my mouth to the bodies on the desert floor grab handfuls of hair pull to belly splits splitting on a system that made you rich Words from your lips onto the ground all the novels that you read all the useless information words we throw them at each other and mix them all together to formulate an opinion without a second thought my thoughts are yours your thoughts are mine just divided by. WORDS I know why I'm talking will you leave the light on