The patterns are quite clear,
especially if you know
how to decrypt,
how to untangle the web.
It's not brain surgery,
there's no mystery
to your creation
of self.
And you cry,
you cry
the sweetest sounds,
lamenting your downfall
and how could you.
And they,
they love
to have it so,
inhaling a world of pain,
wanting you,
while you smile,
holding strings.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
The patterns are quite clear,
especially if you know
how to decrypt,
how to untangle the web.
It's not brain surgery,
there's no mystery
to your creation
of self.
And you cry,
you cry
the sweetest sounds,
lamenting your downfall
and how could you.
And they,
they love
to have it so,
inhaling a world of pain,
wanting you,
while you smile,
holding strings.
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