Disconnect

Hey! I’ve been experimenting with styles, I wrote this prose to the beat of “Dance with the Devil”-Immortal Technique.

For better enjoyment, I’ll post a link to the song to read to the beat. Thanks, Q

why, why,

why, why, on these

why, why, on these cloudy

why, why, on these cloudy skies

why, why, on these cloudy skies, Do I

why, why, on these cloudy skies, Do I drift...

why, why, on these cloudy skies, Do I drift... and drift

why, why, on these cloudy skies, Do I drift... and drift by

why, why, on these cloudy skies, Do I drift... and drift by ...

as I walk on barren sidewalks with cold whispers drifting by.

and fearful thoughts invading my mind.

A cough, a chill

A cough, a chill a hello/ goodbye

why,

why, why,

why, why, do I even try,

why, why, do I even try, when these

why, why, do I even try, when these cold whispers

why, why, do I even try, when these cold whispers and...

why, why, do I even try, when these cold whispers and...cool summers

why, why, do I even try, when these cold whispers and...cool summers fly by.

and I drift back to those times.

the turnarounds

the turnarounds and upside downs,

the memories as time flies

but my mind is still a child.

A fetus

A fetus waiting to grow

A fetus waiting to grow inside of a womb

that can hold its beauty,

and care for it’s light.

and I wonder why

and I wonder why on these barren

and I wonder why on these barren sidewalks,

Do I find the disconnect of life from reality...

to drift to the cold whispers...

to drift to the cold whispers... The Disconnect

to drift to the cold whispers... The Disconnect The virus

of today.

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