Wednesday, February 24, 2010

You would follow death

Just because she thinks it’s cool

To rebel against rules

And to bleed out dreams

But you don’t know

The snakes that bit her

When she dreamed

When se was young

When she’s alone

How much she envies

It’s not fun to feel abandoned

To be chilled with the thought of solitude

You want to be like her

You won’t ever

The price is sadness.

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