Lying, cheating, and never ending lies.
Loving world of lies not dead by our eyes.
Soothing words not alive enough to live.
Something shaking the world which nothing has to give.
Not going anywhere nowhere suits me just fine.
Nothing like the taste like ruby red dining wine.
Higher then the lies burning and searing pain.
Hot not through the mind of my brain’s sane.
Death for creative mind alike.
Dead living world of oceans in pike.
Zoos of painted black, red kill.
Zebra only has the bill.
Of the dark hoards that hold us back.
O, sweet embrace of death don’t let us lack.
From the webs of lie eternal.
In the deep inferno.
Great words spoken.
Gone for the backs broken.
 Faustine Liem · Tue Jun 12, 2007 @ 02:55am · 0 Comments |
