Apr 2015
I cast away my narrow waist
Whale bone my rib cage
You open me up to demolition
My voice is silent
As you split the seams
Of a world I was far too fragile for
Living, the flash of liquid light
Turns the horizon on it's end.
The lies you fabricate, a master
Storyteller by design
A lowlife criminal
With overwhelming needs
Whale bone my rib cage
You open me up to demolition
My voice is silent
As you split the seams
Of a world I was far too fragile for
Living, the flash of liquid light
Turns the horizon on it's end.
The lies you fabricate, a master
Storyteller by design
A lowlife criminal
With overwhelming needs
You walk into a life
Presenting yourself as the saviour
And no one is the wiser, except you
And you make the deception
Palpable as wedding cake
Sweeter than cyanide
Undetectable to all
But her.
Does the coffin ever fit the soul?
Presenting yourself as the saviour
And no one is the wiser, except you
And you make the deception
Palpable as wedding cake
Sweeter than cyanide
Undetectable to all
But her.
Does the coffin ever fit the soul?
(66/F/Hollywood)
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