***I've bled the blood of a thousand lies
Tasted the feast of her demise***
*I've seen her stripping away from time
Like a dying artists rhyme*
***If it wasn't for the echo of vitality
She would taste an oh bitter reality***
*Oh she, oh she, blessed without judgment
Criticized without budget*
***At last she stalks the shadows no more
It wasn't long ago crept the woman from ground floor***
*All goes without saying ones demeanor
Is a wild poem hiding a message where the grass is greener.*
-Joseph B Schneider
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 3:04 AM UTC
***I've bled the blood of a thousand lies
Tasted the feast of her demise***
*I've seen her stripping away from time
Like a dying artists rhyme*
***If it wasn't for the echo of vitality
She would taste an oh bitter reality***
*Oh she, oh she, blessed without judgment
Criticized without budget*
***At last she stalks the shadows no more
It wasn't long ago crept the woman from ground floor***
*All goes without saying ones demeanor
Is a wild poem hiding a message where the grass is greener.*
-Joseph B Schneider
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