Underground
Tear down this traditionalism
walled in securities
a prison of insecurities
no one wants to listen
Now we talk by way of phone
cold, clinical
completely alone
call me cynical
This text is impersonal
feel the chill radiating
off each curve and wave,
riding down lines so straight
These words pour out of me
drowning in a sea of irrationality
going down for the final time
to the underground sublime
Boy rejects girl
waits out the decade
through birth and death
breaking through the barricades
Now this body is held tightly
by an older individual nightly
is this only borrowed time?
I am yours, he is mine
mathiasthom
written 8/23/11
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