By Arcassin Burnham
Rivers flowing from your eyes,
Kept making streams,
(I don't want to see this again)
One leg at a time each day,
Is Just what it seems,
(I don't want to see this again)
I made my mark and,
You chose your exit,
(I don't want to see this again)
Peach orchids and sand,
Was a promise , you dreamt it,
(I don't want to see this again)
I'm blind from all the deceit,
All of the lies,
Still sober from the things I use to deal with,
I realize,
You hurt me so bad,
But too bad,
I just packed,
I'm not sad,
Or tingled up in your ties,
But the fly got away from the web just in time,
The devil gave a contract,
And in blood,
You just signed,
Who are you really?
A careless soul,
With no soul,
What are you?
A demon in disguise,
Let it unfold.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Rivers flowing from your eyes,
Kept making streams,
(I don't want to see this again)
One leg at a time each day,
Is Just what it seems,
(I don't want to see this again)
I made my mark and,
You chose your exit,
(I don't want to see this again)
Peach orchids and sand,
Was a promise , you dreamt it,
(I don't want to see this again)
I'm blind from all the deceit,
All of the lies,
Still sober from the things I use to deal with,
I realize,
You hurt me so bad,
But too bad,
I just packed,
I'm not sad,
Or tingled up in your ties,
But the fly got away from the web just in time,
The devil gave a contract,
And in blood,
You just signed,
Who are you really?
A careless soul,
With no soul,
What are you?
A demon in disguise,
Let it unfold.
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