Sunday, October 11, 2009

Disappear.

The land is grey
the sky, a purple myth
Nobody breathes here
The trees are all rotten
The setting is silent
but no one would care
If you were to scream,
Bloody murder
They'll tell you to
Simply turn up the volume,
On your tv
Walking on broken bones and
Dirty fits
The truth is hard to deny
You only veiw it in
Little bits

The Sparrow caws the bitches name
Her eyes peak out from a surage drain
Covered in flies..
Her soul has died..

The land is grey
But so alone
There is no sky,
No vision to condone
The flame licks away
at it's green and brass fate
Brown paper bags are torn open
In an effort to exploit you
Cigarettes are lit
In such a way, to avoid conversation
These cheating twists knot the rope,
From the tree, so as not to admit
Two nights ago I let him have me!
These white picket fences don't quite reach
To where they should
We ran out of wood!
Ran out of care, (the paint got everywhere)

The Sparrow caws the bitches name
Her eyes peak out from a surage drain
Covered in flies..
Her soul has died..

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