#angusih

Just me sounding like Klaus from vampire diaries and the orginials about anguish of not being able to find my fucking song I wrote ..to share. fuck fuckity fuck. in writing.  voice impression.

The lime trees are heavy with the glitter of wind Words like a host of flies buzz inside my mouth A fire roars in my head an apocalyptic holocaust My sentences articulate themselves  Like an erotic bruise on a boys neck Appearing with a rapacious and concentrated existence Forcing me into an uncompromising solitude A concealment like the sitting of a stone in its own shadow I am on the other side of time where transient moments Imprint themselves on other people’s minds Forming and colliding in immense fictions But there is also a sustained silence Within the speed and space of thought That holds the creature of my metaphysical anguish