A.A.A. AArdvark Corp.
Bitter valentine
Love might be blind,
But change that cheap smell of,
Use a different tone of voice,
You see it's just not my taste,
And difference can feel the hangman's hoist,
It can't touch me.
…And she loved like in a padded cell,
Wrapped in cotton, protected from self harm,
Views the world through scopes and televised vision.
Trip her heart and set alarms,
For all the hunters sharpen axe,
And all who fight hone in to punch,
While all the flowers eyes have hurt,
Neglectfully hunch.
The vanity of youth,
To all the years, hold lessons harsh.
The years may take away,
As years of rain turn fields to marsh.
The ticking of the clock now resonant.
The ache of bones in place.
Tan and tight and long,
Now nagging long lines of your face.
The bitterness felt from simplicity,
To the emptiness of eternity,
What short periods we live,
And pray genetics maintains my piece for me.
Your days do not hold tomorrow,
Though calendars will for 1 year display.
Your now is your only promise.
My tomorrow is your decay.
But change that cheap smell of,
Use a different tone of voice,
You see it's just not my taste,
And difference can feel the hangman's hoist,
It can't touch me.
…And she loved like in a padded cell,
Wrapped in cotton, protected from self harm,
Views the world through scopes and televised vision.
Trip her heart and set alarms,
For all the hunters sharpen axe,
And all who fight hone in to punch,
While all the flowers eyes have hurt,
Neglectfully hunch.
The vanity of youth,
To all the years, hold lessons harsh.
The years may take away,
As years of rain turn fields to marsh.
The ticking of the clock now resonant.
The ache of bones in place.
Tan and tight and long,
Now nagging long lines of your face.
The bitterness felt from simplicity,
To the emptiness of eternity,
What short periods we live,
And pray genetics maintains my piece for me.
Your days do not hold tomorrow,
Though calendars will for 1 year display.
Your now is your only promise.
My tomorrow is your decay.
