The Diamond Burns out easy…

 

Sitting here

Listening to Cornell

Croon to me the sky and the pity…

 

Tho the spirit

comes to me ever gently

The tears fall evermore..

 

all by myself

millions of miles behind our scars

and still too close the heat…

 

You were the diamond

of a teenager caught in the void

torn between MTV and audioslave…

 

Restless to behave

Caught in the wind

The night came quick…

 

And still you’re gone…

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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