heartstring
standing by the apartment door
still alive after our war
yesterday your heartstring broke
long ago the muses spoke
(Reblogged from thedailywhat)
(via christinasunreal)
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my modulated future
my guitar is a prs.
deconstruct my world
Dustin Humphrey
we raise the dead
The word of the hour is pandemonium
The midway festers with a thousand bodies
A movement like one, dripping with sweat
Elbows and tramped feet and screams
I hate to sing of food when the food is gone
Commotions of vendors gaunt like hawks
Take your order, son, move along
Because the circus is here, the circus in town
The sounds of the fair are piercing the air
Sun passed its peak and nothing slowing down
It’s the fair, son, everything’s loud
The clowns are sad and the prisoner’s happy
Look here Jack, don’t go by the big top
The clowns are sad and the ringmaster’s dead
Look here Jack, don’t go by the big top
In about fifteen minutes we raise the dead
