I still breathe
By Rebel tiGer King
Completely unaware of the tunes
Guitar
strings and bottles
They bind to my fingers
like sinatra on sunday
mornings
Of blue and black to the
matter of smiles
Burning
halo and cigarette smoke
it fills my lungs with a melodie
of
pain
The ink sinks deep into my bones
the truth through the pores
slips to the needle
Today i sleep for immortality.
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Copyright 2010 siGht in toucH
Published on Friday, August 13, 2010.
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