Lies
Within the fancy big eyes stare
from my nightmare to his embrace
with his face made of silver steel
psychopaths can never feel.
Never ever can resist his lacked,
wrecked, fake smiles that hack
from neck to his head can't be sure
if his telling lies should i adore.
Roasted moves with scars like glass
within mess in his head he speaks
like he leaks the words of a bird.
How i can't resist to hear. Absurd.
Jokes can be so easy said
by his mad moral lack of right.
But i can't fight it, can't control..
But what do i listen him for?
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