Friday, March 22, 2013



Learnt it, they'd rather have you dead.

You could love them, you could give them all
You could swing it so they never saw you fall
You could mask yourself with the merriest tune
You could smile your prettiest smile with all the tenderness inside..

But all the lovers that you sought
You're just a soul that they bought
You will never have a home
just an ever-empty room with a hint of sweet perfume
that you caught maybe ten years ago..

So I admit it, I do not know how
to live in a dead head
and an ever empty bed where I got lost forever when you left my hand.

O princess of the plains
Why can't you keep me now?
Every sound is too loud and the limbs don't move anyhow..
A man is at your door and you dream of seven more.

Admit it, you'd rather have him dead .


He came through valleys and brooks
Twenty hours for a glimpse of you
He slept on a vomit stain
A trash pile by his brain

But his fate is stranger still, you were just one danger,
who knows what lies in store?
Lock the lover up, for his own good, for ever more. 





Its a sick world, sick,sick,sick.

2 comments:

  1. This blog is an asylum

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  2. Do something to undo this comment. It's not true.

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