Whore
This world is for thee The one who sets you free Beneath that great tree Fantastic in its glee But frantically you flee For you cannot seem to breath You've fallen into greed You don't know what you need But all you do is bread You never once did read What your parents did plead Now everything is just debris From what you did and did not conceive.
Zinth Vien · Sun Nov 07, 2010 @ 06:35am · 0 Comments |