I, in isolation find my own humanity.
Surrounded, you have given into vanity.
I, in mirth smile with soft silence.
Hounded, you’ve adopted gratuitous violence.
I, in perfect mimicry pontificate Love.
Grounded, you’re blooming flowers of a deep red undreamed of.
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 8:59 PM UTC
I, in isolation find my own humanity.
Surrounded, you have given into vanity.
I, in mirth smile with soft silence.
Hounded, you’ve adopted gratuitous violence.
I, in perfect mimicry pontificate Love.
Grounded, you’re blooming flowers of a deep red undreamed of.
