I scratch the surface of death

I scratch the surface of death
– Like a painted window
Looking for the past passing behind it
The past has gone

Success comes
When the body deteriorates
The body deteriorates
When success comes

I have tunnelled thru life
Like a torpedo through the sea
I up-periscope
The target is me

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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