πππππ poem: realnotperfect by realnotperfect
the words only tangle and then do they break the garden turns slowly to devils and snakes i ran out of breath as i ran out of words but i'll sing my ballads and fly with the birds look, there is writing there on the wall in sticky red ink, and with strands of hair there is writing there on the wall i guarantee now, you will never be spared i think of it now, when you said you would be a dagger of murder to steal what was me but every song now, that i sing on repeat to remind me at midnight why you lied at my feet there was the message, and there was your call the last thing we will do is let your crimes be there was the message, of once and for all written there where you can never be freed there was a table and there was a chair but what i remember most are the sheets i cannot love what can only compare with evil and lies, and with the most sick of greed the words only tangle and then do they break the garden turns slowly to devils and snakes i ran out of breath as i ran out of wo...