Apr 11, 2004 04:20
by the candle lit desk
suicide notes in a broken flask
absent minded melody from the grinning boy's lips
could be another master plan
he might even muster something unlikely
a proverbial breakthrough
the perfect lie
If he tries to connect
When the flood gates give their last
Peace marring the foundation
We'll call it her mask
Nothing was ever the priority
Just bringing in the new authority
Let her soundly believe
Trip and bowl over the insecurities
Molding fit for his dying beliefs