Enough

[LarryMullen's POPAngel]

Shut everything off
fake and electronic
cut the wires, caked underneath
my gnawed off fingernails

Like a rusty nail in a runner's shoe
a tiny baby crying in an empty house
I see my life, never moving

Never a finger to write it down
on the breathing canvas
never stop to think

The minutes are growing stale
with every halt in my brain
the end of every dream
draws its line too soon

Leaves me with a whisper
floating in my sick heart

 

[ACROB@T]

Never a finger to write it down
on the breathing canvas
never stop to think

 

[Sicy]

I really felt something with that one sis.

 

[LarryMullen's POPAngel]

Thanks, guys.

 

[The Wanderer]

on the breathing canvas

paint is like oxygen

 

[zooropamanda]

This reminds me of a place I was in my life a few years ago. Just as I was finishing uni, when I was about to thrown out into the real world. This is the sort of piece I was writing back then, so I can fully relate.

Never a finger to write it down
on the breathing canvas
never stop to think


I really like those lines.


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*I am a cowgirl of funk*