The truth was ripe
The taste was sour
A rotten sting of my golden hour
Spawn your dust, scarce without stint
A silver tongue to sprawl resent
Yet, blends of clarity and savagery - aligned to devour
your fragile phantom fathoming
that HONESTY isn't POWER
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
The truth was ripe
The taste was sour
A rotten sting of my golden hour
Spawn your dust, scarce without stint
A silver tongue to sprawl resent
Yet, blends of clarity and savagery - aligned to devour
your fragile phantom fathoming
that HONESTY isn't POWER
