Τρίτη, 5 Απριλίου 2011

Words...



Words…
Thy impudence needs murdering
Thy impertinence needs a dagger acquaintance
Thy arrogant glow needs to be stabbed to red

Words…
So foolishly you extol thy selves
So bitterly you dance upon my wounds
So feverishly you glaze in my cold

Words…
Be gone you murdering ministers of love
No wounded heart of mine craves for your false sympathies
No time have I for thee and thy juvenile gamesters

Words…
You have dressed in grey’s false fashion
Thou blundering mascots of pain and suffering
In this whitened solitude of mine, away with you I bid

Words…
In thy innocence you slain poor creatures
Bellowing thy false realities and cruel desires
Demanding a lot out of nothing

Words…

Murdering words…go away…away…away

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