Howl

Howl

~Miss_A


To howl again, I will learn to hoot,

The trail of the trotters, tatter 

It's getting dark, dark in the midst of vision

Surrounded by silenced voices of insanity.


I won't let you crawl inside my head,

Neither let it manipulate the best of me,

I know how it goes, how everything you spit makes sense,

But I bet I was never that bright like spring 


Questions you ask me, make me believe I'm worth it

I know I'm am worth of all, the power, the ambition, the goals

But I know how I gained them, slow paced, with mistakes

It would be the same journey yet again, from who to that 


I will win, I can feel it race through my veins,

The wind chimes are chiming all in my direction

Go drifting through the glaciers, I'm the baddest bitch, never pathetic

Moving on, I do know the pictures behind the sins


One and two and so many, could take all the disgust,

Stuck to the soul, my opinion is not to be changed

A hardened piece of ice glaze, but stones grind,

Where are the restrictions, my motivation to run away.


I'll keep running, the ground is mine, the cities and the skies,

The pale in the eyes of the rich and the hope in the poor,

I feel it all creep through the skin, I'll let all of that sink in,

The dynamite inside my heart is about to blow up.


Fetish, fear or favour, what ever it takes, I ain't afraid of nothing,

What's there to be scared when you know it all, in and out,

Hope the morning coffee brings warmth to get going,

A piece of sugar to the deprived body, gets you high better.


Ten nine eight seven, every second fidgetting inside knows,

The wavelength of the parasite time eats away the shrine,

Soon the lanterns would go out, and in that absolute darkness, I'll shine

Cracks will heal with it too, but leave marks hard to forget. 


Cut my pastries alone, dazzle with smiles 'cause tears mean nothing,

Drip, all that which holds me strong, that's who I'm. 

A bit on both the galaxies, spread apart, with no contexts to share,

Joker said it correctly, what doesn't kill you makes you stranger. 


Strange and wierd, so iconic I must be a comedian for you won't believe,

The things that I say all true, gets marked a fallacy,

I won't explain, yours to guess my opinion,

I portrayed a sketch, ready to be colored into your imagination.


Absurd, it is, how each of your definition would make sense in the end,

Would correlate with each other, still be so diffrent.

I'm here, searching for redemption, leaving my life on live electrocution,

Did I forget me from yesterday? I can still feel her in my breath, but I take over.


I rule, I rule in my demolition, what's left to take over?

In my dreams I still see places where I lay down, beg for mercy,

Catastrophes and landslides, all built so naturally, 

Yet I keep shut my eyes, wishing to see more, so beautiful. 


Draining like the slipping sand in a time-turner,

Still in the fifth hour, I'd gulp the pressure and settle,

You ask me how? Not the first time, for my betrayal to myself. 

A coward, but I know to take leaps in pot holes. 


"What have I become?", The things that you wish to clarify nasty,

"What am I becoming?", Is the thing I ask myself everyday. 

I'm letting in the cold chill me right now, but I know the warmth will save me,

It's how it is. It would come back to me in eleventh cycle. 


No- 🍀


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