A fool i am to walk with weight
by Dazairie Rone
A price on my head a chance to late
For i am a slave for love,
Work without pay.
Leave me buried in the dusk scatter my brain
I am a desert, no rain,
Irony kill the stomach with a sickening twist,
Enough to make a sane man insane.
A room with white walls and a pit less abyss
Unfinished words come out
Hands that miss.
A beautiful girl in the soul and eyes,
With a voice that will stop them in their lies
So come to the party,
Where they serve ice and cake.
To make you smile, to make you laugh
Calling the times where they said no
Jump cover your mouth,
Because you just might drown.