Галагазета | Thy Contempt
Thy Contempt
Divine`, 3 октября 2012 г., 8:24
Your contempt is the price that I paid today.
Selfless love, live and past memories
It's survival of illusions
Upload a huge burden.

Your contempt on my face now bring!
It has a bland smile
A look wildly
Funeral shadows...
Silencing my lips.

Your soul brings me cold!
Hopes pale, dark heart,
Words scattered with the wind
And my love for a wire.

Your contempt spits saliva from my rhymes
Tramples on my verses, chews my wrath
Swallowing my poison slowly...
With your wicked coolness.

Do not react, nor discriminate...
Your contempt is like acid
Eroding your language
Making it a puppet
In your own life.

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