This overseer's sight is my plight
water treatment a silly game
only blots out my sight
green out of gray
gray out of normality
formality is my own worst enemy
concrete deception
angelic reception
borrowed ties to end all lies
She once was in my arms
now all I hold is this cigarette
and it will crumble
as she did, in the end
she will bend
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 5:11 AM UTC
This overseer's sight is my plight
water treatment a silly game
only blots out my sight
green out of gray
gray out of normality
formality is my own worst enemy
concrete deception
angelic reception
borrowed ties to end all lies
She once was in my arms
now all I hold is this cigarette
and it will crumble
as she did, in the end
she will bend
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