Crashing voices echo in my brain and all seems far and dry.
I keep breathing as the pain slashes and tears the nerves, and stretches a shroud of slab numbness over me.
Angel maggots fly around and buzz in short and cyclic series of shrieks, and scream in melodies in harmony.
Any interpretations?
3 comments:
Young man,
Don't know about any interpretation,
That can fit your fantastic narration...
But there may be a fitting place,
For advice and a measure of suggestion...
That don't go to bed, o' handsome lad,
Too wasted with a tummy full,
of yummies,
Yet in need of digestion...
LOL :))
DJN
That can be a good lyric for a new song... ! Thats my interpretation!:)
Thank you both!
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