do you hear those voices? listen to them scream.
cant you see the words trying to escape from my bottled up dreams?
i woke up one morning
discovered the lighting was pouring
looked out the window saw a city washing away
looked at the ruins and realized that i had to stay
because i locked all the doors
and even barricaded the floor
i saw my dog drool
and i even wired close his mouth like a fool
i didn't want anything to escape
i never wanted to from my little hole awake
but now i look out the window at the city
and the destruction looks kinda pretty
i feel like dancing in the rain
i feel like running around searching for pain
i want to run towards the flickering bolts
and be singed by the bright beckoning volts
i want to live! ! !
i don't want my life filtered through a sieve!
throw away my coat
go swimming in the moat!
i don't care about no crocs
i'm wearing leather docs
ill step and thrash as much as i want
i wont take all these truths and lies with a slant!
i want to scream!
i want to dream!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem