love as fleeting as the words
the poets would use to protest it
empty promises made in dark rooms
the only working sense that of the skin
a farce to behold, all of us liars from 9 to 5
lodged firm between life and sin.
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 9:41 AM UTC
love as fleeting as the words
the poets would use to protest it
empty promises made in dark rooms
the only working sense that of the skin
a farce to behold, all of us liars from 9 to 5
lodged firm between life and sin.