Warren Zevon

Flames Of Youth

Stacking splinters in the skin, 

Pervasive shards to chase the heart,

Daggers

While vinyl drips into the air

Warren Zevon

Werewolves in the night

Animalistic pleasures

poured thick with the poison

We are fallen gods,

ancestors of Prometheus rediscovering fire

just to set the city ablaze

Acoustic tunes strum the shadows,

forcing the flickering souls to dance

And the fire burns

Red, White and Young

In spite of the ageing darkness

 

 

 

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