It spun and spun
Life around it became undone
As the weather channel had said, not very discreet
a tornado was headed towards the house the made out of concrete
Nobody knew it's end goal
as it destroyed life as a whole
It grasped the snake and the flower girl in one fleeting swoop
and they went along with the tornado boy, ready to continue a new torturous loop
He laughed and laughed
and all the girls loved being in his class
They bent over backwards for the tornado boy
and he played their hearts like a violin, like they were toys
He had no emotions, yet a tornado he was
he saw nothing but pleasure from misery, and it was just for funs
Intelligence? Love?
No such thing existed, as he treated the world like own hand stitched glove.
Trying to gain access to his heart
was like a recipe for driving yours apart
Split into, thrown to the waistside
Sitting there, with your heart shut down, eyes closed, abide
He would grow up to be something
or will he grow up to be nothing?
Drinking beer, housing three different mothered children
Nobody cares how he is, or where he has been
Does everyone turn out that way?
Are they all meant to be destroyed by their choices, slayed?
No...but he was the only exception
As he twisted everyone's perception
The milky way galaxy orbited around him
he and the flower girl saw everyone not like them, as a sin
Designer shoes and clothes, their own kingdom
No wonder they got so well along with the snake, as it too had it's own kingdom, the stars couldn't even fathom.
So as they moved as an entire unit, and the sun did nothing but sadly orbit
as the tornado boy was headed to my house made out of concrete to destroy it.
YOU ARE READING
House made out of concrete
PoetryThere's a house on the corner. Made entirely out of concrete. Cracks at ever corner, the walls ready to collapse. But there's a surprise outside... A person...
