the doves that fly from my mouth
are simply crows painted white, plastered
with the lies i tell myself every day.
there's no master magician
behind the curtain - just a person.
a hypocritical, delusional illusion of a person.
and these sparkles that you see,
nothing but smoke-bombs and trickery,
a costume to hide the reality that i'm a sham.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
the doves that fly from my mouth
are simply crows painted white, plastered
with the lies i tell myself every day.
there's no master magician
behind the curtain - just a person.
a hypocritical, delusional illusion of a person.
and these sparkles that you see,
nothing but smoke-bombs and trickery,
a costume to hide the reality that i'm a sham.
