Poems from bretornello
So, is that how it's going to resolve?Nightmare after nightmareCoping with the imaginaryWhile my conscience is asleep at the helmWrithing...
You thought of all the things that used to thrive here:The rainy mornings, the foggy evenings.Empty asphalt lots, stunted...
Maybe i'm just not ready for love
Maybe i'm too weak
I see it as a selfish game
A race for survival
A way to show how much you don't care...
Etched on metal
Give me your last chip
Aint so easy
When all you got to scribe is your claws
They fragile, break, bend
But they all you...
They were waiting for me
Their heels in the fields
Sipping air jittery like coffee
No nonsense, just being honest
Wires to cut, cables to...