Listen To The Ink..............
Scarecrows
To begin to hate the one that you love
The resentment that grows internally
Like a reoccurring death in my dreams
And the isotonic tones of afternoon crows
And a pale blue sky
And cold dark rain,
The once gentle peace becomes.....
The new found art of noise
Worries build prison camps around my joys
Unforgiven
Suspended into a different galaxy
Where fiction becomes a fallacy
Of this dry ass reality.....
The resentment that grows internally
Like a reoccurring death in my dreams
And the isotonic tones of afternoon crows
And a pale blue sky
And cold dark rain,
The once gentle peace becomes.....
The new found art of noise
Worries build prison camps around my joys
Unforgiven
Suspended into a different galaxy
Where fiction becomes a fallacy
Of this dry ass reality.....
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Scarecrows
Scarecrows
