five cornered apathy
no i wouldn't dare to stare at your porcelin skin
no i wouldn't dare to pair us with happiness
no i wouldn't care to wear out this aweful bliss
no i wouldn't care to bury this awefulness
under watchful skies
under heartless eyes
underneith years of chains
beneith the skyscraped pains
beside the thirsty plains
long drive to nowhere with no one but your created pride
boring snoring glory story
the spray of succession release this tension
far away in another way
the place so stale cigarettes hide in shame
they never cloned
they're always closed
to give a care for snores
to give a fuck about something more than filling in spaces with empty faces.
posted by fillshe @ 10:50 PM
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