Tuesday, October 12, 2010

untitled

You're caving in, and wearing thin
That mask aint meant to last kid
Bathed in sin, I wear your skin
I'm the pestilence of your past

So suppress me with your ignorance
You're the glass and I'm the wine
With every sip you take of me
I'm eroding your design
I'm the shadow of your father
But I sport your mother's eyes
I'm that chill you feel crawling down your spine
Every dark and lonesome night
Now I'm plotting my escape
And choosing my disguise
Taunting with deceiving dormancy
Cause patience is for the wise
But your wish is to surrender
I'll relieve you of your shame
Just slide the bullet in the barrel
And pull to end the game.

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