Songs
Listen to the lyrics of the Leather
Swiftly singing on the wind
Whistling toneless tunes
Beating a rhythm of rage
Buckle back talking as it strikes
Singing its scars as they make
Reaping the red be it blood or skin
Making the marks of hate
Listen to the cries as they carry
On cords created by misery
Singing the songs of the wounded
Now written in words created by hate
Poetry being what it is, is an expression of the soul. So please proceed with caution as my soul can often be found on the dark side.Feel free to comment, suggest, or just tell me I'm one crazy b!+(#-- Thanks for visiting and either warn off or refer a friend.
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