Building

by TheVampire   Nov 16, 2010


I break down,
I cry,
I swear,
I lie,
I'll jump,
I'll fall,
I'll speak,
I'll stall,
but you sir,
yes you there,
come here,
my dear,
maybe you,
have to,
you choose,
what to do,
and everyone will follow,
all them bodies hollow,
full of their own sorrow,
all them facing gallows,
and then in the night you will want to build,
but every vessel in your heart becomes chilled,
This is you and your mind gets over filled,
you have to realize that you are free willed.

I break down,
my dear,
you choose,
and everyone will follow,
you have to realize that you are free willed.

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