Jun 10 2009
∞
Prussian Parthenon
Sitting at the center of the universe
Under the Prussian Parthenon
My voice echoes off the dome
But it’s the only one
The music played slow
By DJ Screw in heaven
It gets pulled backwards and forwards
By our black hole perception
Food sits forever
On a never clean plate
Check your watch
Or a clock
We can never be late
Because time doesn’t exist
Under the Prussian Parthenon
Hear voices all around me
But my echoes the only one
-Ghost Writer
