quarta-feira, 10 de agosto de 2011

Comfortable settee



Every morning
he rise up with you,
but you've seen it before
and don't care what he do.

You go through it all day,
you see it,
but yet
dont want to stay.

Survive for convenience.
Delete any validity,
forget any experience
absence of spirit.

You dont talk to him,
you dont hear him complain
their traces remain on this
and he supports all the pain.

Silence. He did wont sleep.
He has a knife,
and he'll kill
all your little sheep.

Their atrocities,
were discovered
but at night,
he is his bed.

And nothing
will change this fact:
At night
he just sounds bad.

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