Don't bother to think, speak or share.
Tomorrow doesn't care.
Not a glimmer of smile,
a whisper of a laugh,
to selflessly share.
Tomorrow doesn't care.
With unbound marching malice,
we're all swept away.
A scathing truth,
leaving surgical scars.
All our thoughts, dust in a sqaul.
Answering tomorrow's call.
With bow tied words,
a flash of a lier's teeth
and mind's growing small.
We will answer tomorrow's call,
With unbound marching malice,
we're all swept away.
A scathing truth,
leaving surgical scars.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
Don't bother to think, speak or share.
Tomorrow doesn't care.
Not a glimmer of smile,
a whisper of a laugh,
to selflessly share.
Tomorrow doesn't care.
With unbound marching malice,
we're all swept away.
A scathing truth,
leaving surgical scars.
All our thoughts, dust in a sqaul.
Answering tomorrow's call.
With bow tied words,
a flash of a lier's teeth
and mind's growing small.
We will answer tomorrow's call,
With unbound marching malice,
we're all swept away.
A scathing truth,
leaving surgical scars.
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