Poems from knucklehead
Vast seas of sweat
Continents of grime
A world filled with regret
Is it obligation, or crime?
Held in his hands, we watched the fire set...
A pen and paper is all you need
And the ability to take heed
Of those that sought to have damaged
The literary kingdom we have salvaged...
These thrones weren't meant for these bones
A chance at the throne
First, act like a drone
Take all the color, wash it away
Turn your...
This is where the young go to drown
Screams of pain
All to topple a crown
Blindly without a brain
Serve the old enigmatic
Receive...
Don't let fear linger here, little stones
For it is due to the shame of bigger bones
You jump, laugh and talk
But it is the deep blue...