SpinnieGirl

City-sound Listen carefully, Can you hear it? People are breathing Breathing in and out. They don’t know what But they know how and why. Streets are screaming As another jerk dies on them. Stupid man should knew, Should knew death by then. The glass here is fragile Just like an air. I sneak in the shadows Trying to avoid Big Them. Trees are consumed By  gigant bugs. They didn’t why Well… until now. The city-sound is song of sadness, Of sadness and cry. Do I love? Yeah, I love pretty much. It’s pathetic I know, It always has been. But if you listen carefully, You’ll hear my last beam.

Youth’s celebration There were grey strings of immortality In the hair of my reality. Once I realized I am endless I danced around the fire stupid and hopeless. The flame in my eyes was burning But matches weren’t even lighting. We didn’t even know it's passed already, As we looked on our hands- we still weren’t ready. I read you books about such cases But didn’t know we were in those cages. Now I see how we did this- a little bit odd, We celebrated our youth by getting old.