This Place We Call Home,
This Place Has Been Plagued
By The Poison That Is You.
There Is Nowhere To Run
Nowhere To Hide.
All That's left Is The End.
Mind Illusions Of Self Destruction,
Screaming Children Among The Burning Flesh
That Was Once Their Family.
Their Friends.
This Is What The Poison Holds,
Death, War, Hate.
This Is The End,
It Has Come At Last.
Do You Wish You Could Go Back?
Do You Wish You Could Change It?
You Say You Would But..
Are You Being Honest, Sincere?
I See Your Lies.
I Can Read You Like An Open Book.
You Are Pretentious, Obnoxious
And Would Do It All The Same
As Long As It Makes You Happy Right?
Whatever Is In Your Best Interest.
You are Prevaricate, Charlatan and Presumptuous.
 Freya-Anne · Wed Jan 28, 2009 @ 07:01pm · 2 Comments |
