Sunday, June 14, 2009

Beautiful Person with Words as Gorgeous

Fight the corruption
Abduction of morals
  The Russel House squirrels aren't even so greedy.
You need me to concede your conceit,
  I don't think so.
Admit defeat; you are bleak, you are dumb, you speak words with no meaning
No purpose, direction
I'd rather see scheming than indecisive affection
Accept my correction you lexicon lover,
Don't burn worlds with lies and expect me to comply with your fine-lined blueprint of a new sky to hide in.

1 comment:

  1. that last line is killer. it sounds like it'd go well in a song