No scowling, no howling, no losses, no win.
No fighting, no feeding, no penance, no sin.
I took it out, you brought it back in.
How long will it take for the steps to ascend,
Particular partakings parting the end?
Alas, you keep sighing and whining with fit.
And I just keep thinking, you must be full of....
How tragic, how selfish, how superbly swell
Familiar foes and time will now tell.
It is only a lie when they tell you to smile
Because behind every mask lays something so vile,
Something so filthy you may need to hide
Did you really think you were pure inside?
It is always within you, always was, will be
Something you thought you had killed lately.
No sobbing, no derailment, no melody, no rhyme.
No cadence, no beauty, no surface, no time.
With your heart laid out, you committed the crime.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
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