It is the hollow man that sheds his doubt
Ridiculous opinions defer
Oh woman of wanton, this store will be hauntin'
What men dance across your water?
Oh house of shames...do you defer human people?
Let us dance across shame once more
Behold the defense of a human glare
Windows break because of lies
I am a little bit lost for words
Because words are severely powerful
Dress them in the perfect fashion
And let them look,
For the perfect fashion is intense...
Women, women
Wear dead poses,
For dead poses are hot;
Men, men
Dance with umbrellas,
For umbrellas are hot;
Lock my lust in a paper chair
With paper dolls watching my demise
And nefarious people are dead roses
Destined to die again,
Ain't this hot, the notorious plot?
Let us get married to our ghosts
For ghosts are hot, don't you know?
For pretty flowers dread nefarious people,
For nefarious people aren't for sale--
Pigeons, pigeons
Fly across the room,
My nefarious body is dead;
Bell, bell
Ring, ring
I cannot hold my body accountable for this
I write my words on the wall, once again
Oh what a beautiful romance I have died
Do you have to see me
In order to feel me?
You shall see me naked, if you try--
Oh what a crime scene love is
For my blood is nefarious, don't you see?
Let us have morning sex and coffee...not
For I am nefarious just like you.
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 17th, 2024 00:15
- Category: Love
- Views: 10
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