You cannot help your nature...lust does tidy work
Your path runs through fragile fields of human dreams
Collateral damage is a byproduct of needing to progress, to evolve
A cocoon of sweet savagery is woven with the smashed dreams of many souls
The ritual of survival is laced with loss, garnished with screams of futility and fury
Hunting - Waiting - Feeding...It will all fall into place soon
We cannot see past the glamor of your self serving charm
We want to be you, we want to taste you
We are but fodder to the involuntary lash of what we've become
Worth in what we can taste, but what is real cannot be trusted
The ability to judge our own existence is lost
The Antagonist again reborn into it's victim
No comments:
Post a Comment