Things better left unsaid
Find home in my mouth
A voice for the unspeakable
A weapon to a freind
A prisiner to nothing
No guilt to be feed
A camandor of sin
Doesn't take light of loaded gun to the head
And words are more direct method to defend
For these leave burrows that dig deep in the skin
Find home in the mind and live on
A gun ends quick but my words won't leave those I deem damnd
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
Things better left unsaid
Find home in my mouth
A voice for the unspeakable
A weapon to a freind
A prisiner to nothing
No guilt to be feed
A camandor of sin
Doesn't take light of loaded gun to the head
And words are more direct method to defend
For these leave burrows that dig deep in the skin
Find home in the mind and live on
A gun ends quick but my words won't leave those I deem damnd