Wear shame
Wear it well
The saccharine faded
All that you cleave to
Is sticky with rage
Crossed the Rubicon
Only to plunge
Into the burrow of circumstance
Your pillow remains infertile
Path, dreary
One relapse from settling the score
Trail the footsteps of your forefathers
As the earsplitting ticking time bomb ticks
The enchanting nights of levitation are numbered.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
Wear shame
Wear it well
The saccharine faded
All that you cleave to
Is sticky with rage
Crossed the Rubicon
Only to plunge
Into the burrow of circumstance
Your pillow remains infertile
Path, dreary
One relapse from settling the score
Trail the footsteps of your forefathers
As the earsplitting ticking time bomb ticks
The enchanting nights of levitation are numbered.
