Voices - Poetry Pulse
Dance, I told you to.
Cry, like you're supposed to do.
Run, because in the end,
it's coming for you...
when you
drip, drop, dance, flop
scan, read, screen
all that gasoline
like it's new.
Projectiles scream, right?
Hurricanes swim...but, you know, only at night.
Sharks bite.
You fight.
C'mon, now, it's all black and white
when you
skip, hop, fly
wish, hope, and try
all those echoes
like it's old.
Bigger than your body and...
colder than bones.
Just...who is in control?
The voices...won't leave us alone.