The fell cast of youth...
Breath of death
And tenseness yet
I hear a thug in innocent’s breast
A sad and frightening tune
Of Snoop and those soon
Was life as this?
OK Ray,
Speak up
Sp fo;;ed with
Murder
And
Thus
Your mother’s trek through
Crack death
A mirror
Fondled, deftly
In death
Follow, Follow
The cracked Yellow road
Until, the slippers
Slip the fingers
Upon the white endless road
A trailor’ed trek
Branded so
Ink and needles
Pin and prick
A forever slog through
An inhumanity foils.
Langue d’Amour
10 years ago
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3 comments:
was there an event to take place lately that begged this lyric from you?
i find that something shitty would have had to have happened if i was going to come up with something like that.
nevertheless, nice work.
I sincerely dig.
One to look upon
Without words
They hear me
a
n
d
I. Them.....
Witness my life
that I can remember
Who I am
should i forget
Remind me of myself
Now and then
look Without.......... hear within
me
I.
you, you...me
I keep coming back to your site looking for new material... You should blog more!
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