Monday, July 23, 2012

Day to day, just the norm
Lies like flies swarm the truth
Pictures and sounds to corrupt the youth

On ya hands the blood dries
As another dies
A mother cries
Don't turn your head
Don't close your eyes

Twisted and curled
The ramblings of a hell bent world
Hell bent to find the end
As we test all that will break and bend
I stand here looking simply for a friend.

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