Eyes filled with malice and rage
I see myself in them
Know that rage
A rage I seen
Reflected off mirrors of stone
But now it is gone
Now those eyes are dead to me
All that is left is calm
My heart is free
From that fire storm
Living in confrontation
Not a life for me
I feel sorry for the rage in you
Walking on Deception Avenue
All the money won’t hide the malice
You choose that path
That will bury your soul
Fractured and cruel
Appreciate the colours of the storm
Simpler to let one heart
Wonder free
2 comments:
Rawwww and Grrrrrrrrrr.....ahhh its pleasant to walk through the grass without any shoes!
It is nice to walk in the dew just after sunrise with out any shoes....this is true
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