Just a taste of this cynical poison
admiring a dream
spill the blood and it's sins
in turn to make memories bleed
It's been awhile
and i try not to count the days
taking a thousand pictures
to end up with the same word...same way
peel away the shades of grey
and burn the shadows with light
suprise suppress the lies don't rest
mind's always wander around what they miss
it twist and it turns
it blisters and burns
lies are the comfort of the ones that haven't learned
maybe one day maybe not at all
but we are our own weakness and our own faults
when our laughter dies and time fall's in turns
the sirens ring as the children learn
so if they said no.. would you listen?
it can't be done... would you be scared?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem