Hate Mime
Trapped inside your box
Walls made of nothing more...
Nothing more than invisible profession
Soul tainted weak and sore..
drip..
Sorrow heart behind mask of paint
Tears strolling down the cheeks
Creating rivers of white pastel
And tales never to speak..
drip........................... drip..
Rain beats and pours
Heart's burn intense
No plans to repent
Of silent murder galore..
...bang...
Invisible voice from moving lips...
What is your plea, mime?
Pale skin and blank face
Visible hate in your eyes...
...drip.
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