Hunt the Liars
Strangled virgin's hold, shallow grave in the muddy field
Drenched with the tears streamed down my face from a pleasure to guilty
Is it nothing but a sedimenatry follow up of the past behind me?
Just picture a young boy in pieces instreets from a love once had
Maybe the reprocussions convulse such morbid dreams
Or maybe they were there from the start
If the words I gave her told me her neck is in my hands
The window's opportunity would come so sweetly
She's a miscreation of the liars' breed
Now the worries withhold something new
If the world stops spining girl you'd better keep the moving
Then the silence breaks your hold as you woke up the dead
I've made mistakes but make the day at my whim
And now not only are you endangered
But to point extinction I will hunt
To the bitter end of my day
Not all will be safe
Only the honest will be safe
Copyright © Charles Grisham | Year Posted 2006
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