I thought no words could hurt us
For words are empty sounds
But these were kisses of Judas
That wounded me deep down
If but a sword had cut so deep
I would have bled but half
The life has fully drained from me
All just to have the last laugh
I guess this fault could be my own,
On what grounds should I care?
So why do words still make me groan?
Why now? Why still? Why there?
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 8:37 AM UTC
No paper or revision
Prepares you for this test
These meaningless provisions
They vow you can't forget
No amount of frenzied recension
Or tales of distance run
Can purge you of damnation
For nothing can be done
A pulse of manic anger
This choice shall be your last
Don't think of what they taught you -
You cannot teach the heart
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 12:27 PM UTC
It's not all that bad, and not cruel as such
But I prefer the tooth fairy -
He doesn't ask for much
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC