Arcturus (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} books_out_loud) wrote,@ 2008-01-18 17:41:00 |
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The sound of sirens in the distance
When I wanted to get caught I walked
the streets on the rough side of town.
The downhill slope. In a crowd of
vicious faces I saw a fading shadow
begging for matches to strike up
conversation. My failings forgotten
behind a veil of small talk and smoke;
I felt gunmetal grey turning to an
embers glow behind hour barred hands.
A smile ticking off the minutes.
In the end you were just composing through the movements. Another missed
chance. Another broken string, tuned to the sound of sirens in the distance.
When I wanted to get caught I walked
the streets on the rough side of town.
The downhill slope. In a crowd of
vicious faces I saw a fading shadow
begging for matches to strike up
conversation. My failings forgotten
behind a veil of small talk and smoke;
I felt gunmetal grey turning to an
embers glow behind hour barred hands.
A smile ticking off the minutes.
In the end you were just composing through the movements. Another missed
chance. Another broken string, tuned to the sound of sirens in the distance.
