Free, hours spent alone
Dream, reality unknown
Peace, never ending fight
Charm, twisting into spite.
Bleed, degeneration does him good
Scream, always knew he would
Weak, sees it on his face
Reap, she put him in his place.
There's something lurking inside of him
Anger, rage and lust, abandonment
Misleading tales, from the other side
Confuse and burn, it's just another lie.
Burden themselves, with introspection
Riddles unsolved, and so they shall remain
She pipes a song for fools in desperation
Like leading rats through the streets on a whim.
vineri, septembrie 16, 2011
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