In the darkness, there is a harp,
And we all have sharkness,
And we feast upon the innocent, or the carp
We all have evils,
And we are all within no light range,
We are our others devils,
And we watch animals die of disease and covered in mange.
That is us,
Like we are your own infection,
Full of pus,
We all do cocaine injection,
Because we are addicted to our bad deeds.
And nothing and nobody heeds,
The others warning.
The End.
All I do is scream,
As the hallucinations hurt me,
Harm me,
Till I am blinded by them,
And oblivious to reality,
And yet I love them,
Even though they torment me mentally....
For I seriously have no life.
And they are all I have.
crying
 Cloom · Tue Aug 03, 2010 @ 09:12pm · 0 Comments |
