söndag 25 april 2010

Should we kill all butterflies?

>.Make me scream and I'll be yours for a second
make the track a bad romance where
butterflies emerge from poison gas
with wings of silver and a flutter of dust

don't ask questions, put aside your pride
within these walls reside, a scared girl
on a quest for vindictive redemption,
left in her wake are the smoking cinders

if you want the prize, play the game
a costly ruse used by devils
build an illusion in stearic acid
Just to watch it melt in the flame.<


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i dont really know what happened there. im hungover and almost asleep at my keyboard. Humor me.

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