A_Perfect_Sonnet
11-11-2004, 10:13 PM
Ben Stivers
Date Unknown
The Vocalist
Black cord of the microphone sinks into the shadows of a darkened stage,
The blacklight overhead gives light to a fleeting day.
Breathing harder and about to burst out into lyrically driven rhythms,
Reality fades in, and now silence is all thats certain.
Volume increasing,
I can feel my heart beating,
About to yell out,
Pushing nervousness down.
I'll wear my heart on my sleeves,
And forget almost to breathe,
For just one night,
I'll own the spotlight.
Saying things you wish you'd never heard,
The hardly predictible pattern of my words.
If you feel what I'm saying then give back,
Fill the uncertainty, the things I feel I lack.
And breathe, just remember to breathe.
To hear the words, and see the crowd.
Hope not to faulter, hope not to give out.
And breathe, just remember to breathe.
Date Unknown
The Vocalist
Black cord of the microphone sinks into the shadows of a darkened stage,
The blacklight overhead gives light to a fleeting day.
Breathing harder and about to burst out into lyrically driven rhythms,
Reality fades in, and now silence is all thats certain.
Volume increasing,
I can feel my heart beating,
About to yell out,
Pushing nervousness down.
I'll wear my heart on my sleeves,
And forget almost to breathe,
For just one night,
I'll own the spotlight.
Saying things you wish you'd never heard,
The hardly predictible pattern of my words.
If you feel what I'm saying then give back,
Fill the uncertainty, the things I feel I lack.
And breathe, just remember to breathe.
To hear the words, and see the crowd.
Hope not to faulter, hope not to give out.
And breathe, just remember to breathe.