Jul 31, 2004 01:10
the pretense of liar's stage in a crowd of middle class fools rebukes the silence within her mind on this dreary day lacking summer chimes
proposing luxury i cannot afford upon my chalice forever scorned withered this way and tethered that the possibility of requiem lingers quite a few paltry centuries back
nothing to show alot to hear in a former passion you would hold quite dear but innocence falters due to rusty cuts a shallow pretense full bloomed by rot
eventually winners and someday a god this pattern fails me so just pretend queen and country the future or bust luring is fashionable eternity through lust