Igor Wolfson

(26/12/1989)

A whore!


All the bitches - arise!
In your eyes mirrors hiding their lies
And their love you don't need, you don't care
You don't breathe, you may rot, now life's fair.

Will you see? Will you tell?
You'll be sorry only in hell
And the temperature arises
And the flames are in your eyes.

Maybe sorrow you want back
Tomorrow, maybe he will break
Brings you terror to the fake
Now you'll kill him, do not shake

You like destruction it may seem
And life returns you to the scene
Where you play whore and you're his dream
You are disgusting! With a fantastic self esteem.

Submitted: Saturday, January 16, 2010

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