Sunbather
Le photographe est mort
Hello RPN. I've written for a long, long time. Most of what I write is just little bits here and there, nothing too coherent. Sometimes it's songs. This is a bit of both, I guess, I hope this is welcome in this section regardless. Criticism is absolutely appreciated.
This is the pagan's heart:
I Can't Sleep
This is the pagan's heart:
Velvet veils and scarlett slurs
You understood, but did you know?
That it wasn't owned since the beginning?
Who are we to you?
I'm not here to serve a purpose.
Answer me.
I don't hate a single one of your sheep.
And I admired your child.
But I don't accept negligence.
Are you incapable?
And why should I fear you?
Answer me
No heights in our heads - Arbitrary.
Walking on his own through life and dirt alike.
Power is exchange of thoughts.
I have yet to lend my mind an ear.
Loan out the theatre's screen.
And answer.
You understood, but did you know?
That it wasn't owned since the beginning?
Who are we to you?
I'm not here to serve a purpose.
Answer me.
I don't hate a single one of your sheep.
And I admired your child.
But I don't accept negligence.
Are you incapable?
And why should I fear you?
Answer me
No heights in our heads - Arbitrary.
Walking on his own through life and dirt alike.
Power is exchange of thoughts.
I have yet to lend my mind an ear.
Loan out the theatre's screen.
And answer.
I Can't Sleep
Footprints vibrate through the air
Split up landlines and thoughts
My sight loses layers
as I feel my lungs race depth
Poetry on our flags
Designed to prance around
Stranger's birthdays come
Wrapping arms around our necks
Don't extent your hand
If you don't want it grabbed
I'm pushing baby steps
For your chance to show regret
I can't sleep
Split up landlines and thoughts
My sight loses layers
as I feel my lungs race depth
Poetry on our flags
Designed to prance around
Stranger's birthdays come
Wrapping arms around our necks
Don't extent your hand
If you don't want it grabbed
I'm pushing baby steps
For your chance to show regret
I can't sleep