There was a place, for a head,
For a bed time lullaby walking through the streets,
A gun in hand the heart beats beats beats,
Blood stained roses a tainted melody,
A processed meat rotten product of the creaks,
A leak,
A time frame a bitter sweat,
A second flash a child’s hand,
A everything it used to be.
Meaning scorned and bottles broken,
Torn jean shirts a better vespa.
A parking space, an empty vase,
An everything on display,
There was a place a head for rest,
A stolen watch a boring temperament,
There was a place for everything,
A stolen wedding, a burnt dress,
There was a leak, a creak that ran,
Burning flowers flames on red,
Stains on window seals,
And memories lost and rotten times,
Stolen clocks and fucked up rhymes,
Fucked up times in old day glides,
Were sitting were sitting were heart beats on dry.
Were crying, wear dining, the dreams left on mines.
There was a place for a head, disembodied,
Left for dead,
There was a place, a rest , a vase,
There was a place to rest your head. |
Submission Name: Rest your head 
