A veil I hide behind to keep me safe
From crooked smiles and laughs I get throughout the day
I pretend to bend and tie my shoe
Dodging, but listening to the conversations that come through
No Integrity, No Truth in the world no more
With the way those sapiens talk all they can do is leave sores
No more can a honest word leave ones lips
Only phrases that can deliver something ludicrous
Like Cetus they birth words more and more
And what is born are monsters that feast on ones core
But silent I say, No words do I speak
And I just as wrong for deciding to be weak
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
A veil I hide behind to keep me safe
From crooked smiles and laughs I get throughout the day
I pretend to bend and tie my shoe
Dodging, but listening to the conversations that come through
No Integrity, No Truth in the world no more
With the way those sapiens talk all they can do is leave sores
No more can a honest word leave ones lips
Only phrases that can deliver something ludicrous
Like Cetus they birth words more and more
And what is born are monsters that feast on ones core
But silent I say, No words do I speak
And I just as wrong for deciding to be weak
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