Mine

by Grotesque Angel   Sep 26, 2007


How dare a person of your kind,
Spit upon these walls,
Of course you knew, I said i mind,
You, the one the falls

Pouring and pouring,
A matter of time,
They all loved you,
No one loved mine

You enter this puzzle knowing it all,
Cheating some would say,
How dare you stand there oh so tall,
To you I shall obey

Nothing special nothing new,
You think you are one of few,
Nothing special nothing new,
Once again one becomes two,
two becomes three
three becomes four
Until

You never stopped,
I have begun,
This world cannot be yours

I never stopped,
You have begun,
This world will not be yours

The mind is numbed,
your course complete,
You think you are oh so sweet.

The things you say are to bias ears,
You speak of blood, sweat and tears

For every one there is four,
Your still making more and more,
Your self inflicted,
What a bore

© Copyright 2007 By: Grotesque Angel

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