Chill Night Air
By Night lord
I walk outside to see the stars. The Chill Night Air makes my breath tangible My lungs are filled with crisp Chill Night Air, they can breath the last days breath. Chills form up and down my spine. My mind wanders, ever so dreaming. Am I the only one, who dreams and thinks about everlasting possibilities. The possibilities of clean night air, fueling my resolve for the next days filth. Filthy smog, that smothers me. Oppression of the greatest kind hits hard. Very hard, the filth grinds me down. Trying to choke the life out of me,can I live? Live I shall for this night,I breath The Chill Night Air. The Chill Night Air, she will release my lungs. My lungs can breath, when she comes, The Chill Night Air. She has made me live again, The Chill Night Air. Live again for sweet she is, The Chill Night Air. ............Michael Tester..........How does it flow? Written October 26th, 2001 © on Oct 26 2001 01:10 AM PST, Michael Jason Tester 0 • 13
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"I walk outside to see the stars. The Chill Night Air makes my breath tangible..."