Living in a broken home,
existing out of dead cells.
Time and time again,
walking through barbed wire.
Thrown away,
between snakes and insects.
Looking around for a maid unmatched.
Being a breed apart,
people see me as a sick psycho,
and they're right - I am .
Life is like a bullet.
Black clouds are coming.
Throw away the face that doesn't fit,
we rise and they fall.
Tell them to expect the unexpected,
dog eat dog - welcome to the city of the damned.
No place to hide,we'll eat you.
One day,
this ballad of pure thoughts will be thruth.
My true self was on a vacation,
but don't worry...he'll be home soon !
COMMENTS
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Silverhawk
21:46 May 15 2010
Chaotic, but I like it..:)