the holes run together to make nothing
that consumes everything
torn to bits with nothing left to rebuild
pulling threads from passersby
gluing them in spit and sparkles
forming the fabric of a frayed future
hidden behind that toothy grin that blinds the best of 'em
a bit of accidental charm and sparkles turn gems
catching the moon you just hung
besotted sot
truth like poison thick on spirited tongue
can't believe what the bottles tout
can't trust liquid truth in ashen breath
dragons of legend breathe Fireball lies
that smell of candy and taste like the death
of tomorrow's enamoration
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
the holes run together to make nothing
that consumes everything
torn to bits with nothing left to rebuild
pulling threads from passersby
gluing them in spit and sparkles
forming the fabric of a frayed future
hidden behind that toothy grin that blinds the best of 'em
a bit of accidental charm and sparkles turn gems
catching the moon you just hung
besotted sot
truth like poison thick on spirited tongue
can't believe what the bottles tout
can't trust liquid truth in ashen breath
dragons of legend breathe Fireball lies
that smell of candy and taste like the death
of tomorrow's enamoration
