thetrueblood
10/29/07, 04:22 AM
ehhhh it's 6am and i still have two hours left of work and i'm really bored.
the clanking of nails played the song of teenage rebellion,
like a cymbal crash the lot echoed with breaking glass,
a melody created by the disenfranchised youth,
it fit their ideals. it was their truth.
for one night they were heroes, this was their revolt.
fleeing the scene and enjoying the breeze,
that warm feeling felt at sixty degrees.
an explosion, no emotion- a release.
there's no corruption in a pipe bomb,
it tells the tale of right from wrong.
what was right at age 16?
everythings changed- it's been so long.
before the real world tore them apart,
one night- united on principle
before the real world?
for one night we were invincible.
the clanking of nails played the song of teenage rebellion,
like a cymbal crash the lot echoed with breaking glass,
a melody created by the disenfranchised youth,
it fit their ideals. it was their truth.
for one night they were heroes, this was their revolt.
fleeing the scene and enjoying the breeze,
that warm feeling felt at sixty degrees.
an explosion, no emotion- a release.
there's no corruption in a pipe bomb,
it tells the tale of right from wrong.
what was right at age 16?
everythings changed- it's been so long.
before the real world tore them apart,
one night- united on principle
before the real world?
for one night we were invincible.