Cry a cloud

As loud as me.

But never stop believing.

Stay a baby,



'Til one day your sight is blasted

From the light that's being casted

On horizons...

And if you can see it.

Floor it. Gas it.

Right into the glow

Where nothing's placid.

Fountains turn to acid.

Pour it in your glasses.

Chug it down

And note the sound

When all your innards break into a spastic dance.

Imploding lungs.

Burning livers.

Shivered tongue

Soon delivers

Through a vocal quiver

The cancer in your rhyme...

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Pete Trevino's picture

Not bad! Keep up the work and you'll be a writer in no time. I am digging this somewhat.