black candles drip into ivy's dry dirt quietly intertwining taking over its roots microphone glistens sweaty bloody metal shades hide moonlight rough silk covers me Hands clenched music begins leather knots consume my stomach nerves gently convulse my body dilated people crowd this room sipping lattes awaiting my song jaded light flared walls heavily echoing strained notes sadistically mellow playing the audience manipulating moods jazz riffs wrinkle them orange lines swell up chartreuse bubbles encircle them muddled eyes long for more I ve ended it scratching their soulsSAJ-05/00-
Wot's it about?
again, an assignment, but it describes the begining of my QJ phase of life.