luni, 13 iulie 2009


Perverted thaughts and celtic knots
The thaught of you inside me rots
So does your body on my floor
I needed less, but wanted more.

It's oh so sad, and such a waste
You wanted from my love to taste
I switched the bottles, served you hate
I was too early, you were too late

And now I watch your burning corpse
I have no guilt and no remorse
You thaught I'd love, you were so wrong
I kiss your lips, and sing a song

I reach my goals, I win, you lose
I clean the gun, untie the noose
I hide the poison, wash my hands
Your journey stopped, mine never ends.

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