Nothing Left To Right

Rewritten words of remorse

in different codes of Morris

dots and lines, beat and chorus

just spots in time, sickness, im roaring 

with nothing to say, left to the druids 

truest rich witch please test me, my magic is fluent 

i mean leave the poorest  

banished deep in the forest 

outta sight outta mind im soaring 

to this world of mine im a tourist 

the hair, 

the chicken, 

the noodle, 

the soup that is  tortoise 

to fly for the eyes to even think to report us

a dying breed no doubt, yet impossible to abort us 

the hospitals lying, like the umbrella, its corporate 

under ground floors, padded walls?

 rooms made of brick to record this

all for a chance to witness folk lour blitz

eyes that allure us, fade to black introducing his highness, Lord Blitzed

past walls he sees the labs trying to reproduce his finest sword, bits 

and pieces chipped in meaning lay on the ground kicked

there creation a replica of the hound a fox once missed

but in this story the fox, with precision executed 

a mercy killing of a hound that didnt exist

Reviews

[micky]

I love the flow it's really well executed. .. The story itself is very interesting lol nice one :)

[BLitZeD]

thanks ,,,,, as always