05-16-2010, 08:08 AM
I know it lacks some imagery, but it's something simple I wrote on the go.
It’s 3 a.m.
Hidden deep in my
Basement
The shadow of the
Street light glare
Printed on my walls
Jaded in the eyes
Black mascara running
Down to my check bones
Physically alive but spiritually dead
Soul detached from the body
Walking around in the live less
Basement
My back pressed against the wall
A note book with paper falling out
And a pen on top next to my leg
A joint in my hand
Smoking all my troubles
Out of the window
Hoping the animosity
In me would jump in
Someone else walking
The streets of New York City
And even when my lungs
Began to hurt
I kept going
Just to get the
Motivation I needed
To create a master piece
It’s 3 a.m.
Hidden deep in my
Basement
The shadow of the
Street light glare
Printed on my walls
Jaded in the eyes
Black mascara running
Down to my check bones
Physically alive but spiritually dead
Soul detached from the body
Walking around in the live less
Basement
My back pressed against the wall
A note book with paper falling out
And a pen on top next to my leg
A joint in my hand
Smoking all my troubles
Out of the window
Hoping the animosity
In me would jump in
Someone else walking
The streets of New York City
And even when my lungs
Began to hurt
I kept going
Just to get the
Motivation I needed
To create a master piece