He's clutching his cash
in the torrent of the market,
she's dreaming of friends
just to keep them in her sight.
She's getting to work
when the sun is non-existent,
he's thrashing in his sleep
the whole time before that.
He's talking to her
with one eye upon the cradle,
she's ordering wine
just to keep him in her sight.
She's dreaming of Paris
and the sighing violinists,
he's watering down
all the drinks at his bar.
He's a drinker most nights
when work is non-existent,
she's smoking all day
just to tolerate this life.
She's opening her legs
to the thud of empty guidance,
he's kissing her neck
to dominate the land.
He's looking at ****
and jerking off in bathrooms,
she's painting her nails
a deeper shade of lime.
She's fouling all her make-up
to cover tender eyes,
he's nervous in the aftermath,
he's playing out his time.
He's playing with her hair
as she's cradled on the couch,
she's covering her *******
from authoritative eyes.
She's hiding from her father
in the cellar of the house,
he's looking for his own creation
that has somehow gotten out.
She's shaking in the hallway
as he holds her by the throat,
he's laughing at the daughter
he claimed to love the most.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
He's clutching his cash
in the torrent of the market,
she's dreaming of friends
just to keep them in her sight.
She's getting to work
when the sun is non-existent,
he's thrashing in his sleep
the whole time before that.
He's talking to her
with one eye upon the cradle,
she's ordering wine
just to keep him in her sight.
She's dreaming of Paris
and the sighing violinists,
he's watering down
all the drinks at his bar.
He's a drinker most nights
when work is non-existent,
she's smoking all day
just to tolerate this life.
She's opening her legs
to the thud of empty guidance,
he's kissing her neck
to dominate the land.
He's looking at ****
and jerking off in bathrooms,
she's painting her nails
a deeper shade of lime.
She's fouling all her make-up
to cover tender eyes,
he's nervous in the aftermath,
he's playing out his time.
He's playing with her hair
as she's cradled on the couch,
she's covering her *******
from authoritative eyes.
She's hiding from her father
in the cellar of the house,
he's looking for his own creation
that has somehow gotten out.
She's shaking in the hallway
as he holds her by the throat,
he's laughing at the daughter
he claimed to love the most.
... I have no idea where this came from.
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